Tuesday we decided that since we’d had to have a death march the previous day, we’d just hang out and not do much. That seemed like an excellent plan, and the weather was perfect. (This photo looks menacing, but it was actually gorgeous out.)

We walked down the road to Sips and Bites for breakfast. Matt and I had never been there before. We ordered drinks, and then sat there waiting for a very long time. Finally a couple drinks arrived, but not all of them. I asked for water, and didn’t get it. I eventually ended up asking three times, but it never happened. We ordered breakfast, and then sat there FOREVER with no food. There were a few other tables there, including a table of local police, but it didn’t seem especially busy. There’s island-time slow everywhere you go in Jamaica, but this place won by a mile.

Finally, we got our food. I did not get water. We ate, and then waited forever for our check. We noticed that one of the cops got up and went next door to a shop to buy a bottle of water. That didn’t really reflect well on the place.

About six hours later, we paid our check and left. Matt and I went next door and bought water, because I thought I was going to die of dehydration at that point. (It was really hot out, too.) We walked back to the hotel, changed into our bathing suits, and went to hang out at the pool all day. I revisited my pal the poolside bed for a while, too. It’s the best.

In the afternoon, we went to sit at the bar and play Moby Dick. Since it’s the nerdiest game ever, Kris and Orsi took to it right away. We ended up arguing over sailor cards and giving them all nicknames. People would walk by and stare at our table, trying to figure out what the hell we could possibly be doing.

Later on, we went down to Canoe Bar for happy hour. Orsi and I took the kids down to the beach to play while Kris and Matt went to the store.

When they got back, we went up to the restaurant to get a table on the patio for dinner. On the way up there, we saw the cricket guy from the beach walking along the road (the story was that he’d had too much mushroom tea and gone crazy over the years; you can often find him playing his own personal game of cricket up and down Seven Mile Beach). He was strolling along, stark naked and carrying his shirt. Awesome.

Sunset was something.

After dinner, we walked up to No Limit for a while, then headed back to the hotel for another early night.