Port of Call: Labadee, Haiti
Today, The Barb broke her bathing suit. Just how is that possible?
While on this island the money we spent for all the activities went directly into the Haitian earthquake relief fund. I chose to ride the sled coaster down the mountain. It’s some gravity fed sled and each rider controls the speed by their use of the brake handle. I did one of these once back in New Hampshire and almost came out of the track due to speed. This one is a lot safer as the sled is connected to the track and therefore won’t fall out. I told the operator I wasn’t going to use the brake so make sure no one was in front of me. It reached speeds of 70+ mph and my eyeballs got blurry. That’s the last time I’ll probably do that again in my life as I’m getting too old for the eye strain. I suppose I should not go to the whirlpool anymore either.
After spending the morning on the island walking around, we came back to the ship to change into beach attire as The Barb wants to venture back out to swim in the ocean. Now she says we can stay on board as she does not want to go out again as she is tired. Just so later she does not say this decision was coerced by me, I’m having her sign this journal to state it was of her own free will. That’s okay as I’m heading to the whirlpool, my new home away from home.
On the way back to the ship we encountered a convoy of UN trucks unloading supplies from our ship. There was also a collection onboard for the relief fund.
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