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Friday, January 30th
Friday morning Scott busted in on me when I was in the bathroom
and started taking pictures...
...because he thinks it's funny that I blow dry my hair. Normally,
this is where I'd make a funny comment about him not having hair,
but in this particular case, there's something else I'd rather
tease him about.
Nuff said.
While Scott was getting showered, I took a taxi to a local scooter
rental place and rented us two scooters.
I came back, picked Scott up on my scooter.
And rode back over to the rental place so he could get his scooter.
Hahaha. What's better than this picture?
Oh wait, this one. Check out my Hermes hair-wings. You love them.
Now with each of us on our own scooter, we decided to drive along
the southern shore towards San Nicolas all the way on the other
side of the island.
Keeping in mind that "all the way across the island" from Oranjestad
is only like 35 miles.
Scott nearly crashed while standing up on his bike and pulling
down his pants to moon me, so we took a quick "let Scott pull
up his pants break" and then took some pics of the water behind
us.
Haha.
En route across the island we ran into a Wendy's and couldn't
resist.
Scott opted for the *burp* triple-decker with bacon. Soooo gross.
We got to San Nicolas and dismounted to take a bunch of stupid
pictures...
...of us posing in front of the sign.
Posing in front of the sign with our scooters...
...and after making a few more dumb faces...
...we were ready to head into town and explore the streets by
scooter.
A cool tile driveway that's since fallen into severe disrepair.
The streets were relatively empty.
Except for the occasional motorcycle.
Artsy!
Scott and my scooter.
All of the houses there looked like this.
Here's the "fenced in" version.
It was a really neat little town.
Right before exiting the city and heading north, we found the
town's graveyard and decided to take a walk through it.
Maybe it has something to do with the soil (and hot climate?)
but for whatever reason, the dead aren't buried in the ground.
Instead, they're interred in these above-ground tombs.
After walking around the cemetary, we swung around the end of
the island and headed north. (Check out all the industrial smokestacks
at the water's edge in the background).
The map we had with us at the time showed the whole northern
part of the island as being totally road-free. So we wanted to
head up that way and see what the undeveloped land looked like.
Here's us nearing the end of the road on the northern coast.
While I was taking pictures, some tourists stopped and
asked Scott for directions.
This anchor was placed where the paved road ended.
We decided to follow the unpaved paths and check out the northern
coastline.
We found a near-empty beach.
Save for two guys who were kite surfing in the water.
Scooter offroader Scott.
Heading towards the water.
Hahaha. This guy's been one of my best friends since 1993.
Hope you brought some rats...to feed MY PYTHONS!
You might need to call a plumber...to take a look at SCOTT'S
PIPES!
We followed the dirt/sand path all the way to the end...
...and then decided to get serious about "scooter offroading."
(Hey, fuck it - that's why we paid the exta $10 dollars for the
"full insurance," right?)
We followed the path all the way to a rocky impasse.
Which Scott wanted to try to climb.
I tried to get him to at least keep his helmet on.
But he wasn't having any of that.
He made it all the way to the top and then had to come down because
the rock wall curved backwards almost 90 degrees and we wasn't
about to attempt it without a harness. (Pussy).
Is it just us, or is everyone else in the world compelled to
fuck with a cactus whenever you come across one. No matter how
many times I end up with prickers in my hand, each time I'm convinced
that this time I'll come away unscathed.
My intuition proved correct. Scott, however, wasn't so lucky.
Haha!
After we were finished tooling around through 3 foot brush on
our scooters (and nearly killing ourselves several times), we
headed back towards San Nicolas then before getting there, we
decided to make a right and check out the lesser-traveled beaches
on the eastern-most tip of the island.
Aw yeah, Baby Beach!
The beaches on the eastern tip are surrounded by all these refinery-type
factory-looking smokestakes and various industrial apparatus.
Which stood at in crazy contrast to the gorgeous white-sand
beach and unreal-looking water. I can understand why they're
not heavily trafficked by tourists, but I did find them beautiful
in a strangely apocalyptic way.
Worn out from a whole lotta scootering (and teeting on the edge
of sunstroke) we decided to head back to our resort, relax for
a bit and get ready for our last night in Aruba!
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