Blue Hole - June 19, 2006

Well, Joesph informs me it's been a week since my last blog, so here goes.

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Not much to report, actually. We went to the Blue Hole last week in Jamaica, which was fun and interesting to say the least.

Blue Hole is a local hang out, not well known to tourists at all. In fact, I'm not sure how we even found out about it. (Monster Matt from Youth Staff was our original tip-off) It's so secret, some taxi drivers won't even take tourists there. So all in all, considering the Jamaican gurellas and machete-welding robbers waiting in the treetops, Blue Hole wasn't such a safe idea to begin with.

So we all naturally jumped at the chance to go.

I put it up on my Excursions board outside my room, since I'm now known as the Excursions girl for the cast, and ten, count them, TEN people waited outside my door that morning. We all piled into a bribed taxi van together and headed into the jungle.

The bus drive was interesting, since they drive on the "wrong" side of the road to us Americans, (Who have arbitrarily decided that whatever WE do is right, and everyone else is backwards....) It was also crazy becuase our driver would whip around corners like no one was coming the opposite way, even though he didn't know that for a fact...

Then we turned in the jungle and onto dirt roads. Gareth was having little fits in the back from nervousness, and it didn't help when random Jamaicans started to chase the bus, knowning we were going to Blue Hole and wanting to make a quick buck being our 'tour guides.' Our bus driver actually let one of them on the bus for a ride and I thought Gareth was going to pass out.

Xavier and Jerry, two musicians, and my best friend Anglea went two weeks before and loved it, so they were our unofficial guides for the day. (And thank goodness we were there, because the bus driver missed the entrance to the secret location! And he was a local!)

We arrived to a glorious scene: A perfectly crystal blue hole of water with waterfalls tumbling into it from all sides, jungle trees and vines creeping in from all sides framing the perfect picture. Above one of the waterfalls were two rope swings, and we all took turns flipping and falling off the waterfall, whooping and hollering all over the place. (Generally being the idiots we are...)

Then, our guides decided to take most of us up to the "BIG" waterfalls... but I really like the idea of leaving all of our stuff alone in the Jamaican jungle, so Angela and I stayed behind, with Ryan staying as our 'muscle' too. (Anglea and I are intimidating, to be sure, but a six-foot Newfie bridge officer is good backup for us anyway....)

We layed out in the running water and sun for a little, girl-talking while Ryan slept (He works a terrible 4 am- 8 am shift), then Angela and I waded upstream a bit and found a fun whirlpool-ride that would sweep us around a bend of rocks at an alarming speed.

Danger + Speed = Fun, apparently.

When the group came back, they had a fresh batch of scars to show us from the "BIG" waterfalls. Everyone jumped off a thirty foot waterfall, but Mike was the only one to jump off the 75 ft. fall.

So all in all, a great day.

(Right, a great day... great idea for pretty much the ENTIRE revue cast to go jumping off waterfalls the day before a show....

Rock on Broadway was the next night!

Hilarious....)

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Maybe I should change the name on my board to Selena's Super DANGEROUS Excursions... (Ltd, of course)