friends, ferries, beaches, donkeys. no big deal.
took the ferry to st. john & ran into these two characters en route. that would be my one of my main wingmen Jonathan on the right, and his buddy Todd “the toddler” (ps. note to self keep that one in the roladex of awesome nicknames for friends named Todd.)
if this is all it takes to run for government here i should be the mayor in no time.
followed jonathan’s advice & hit up the st. john visitor’s center for a map to get to Solomon Beach. I pretty much walked this path for about 20 mins… in flip flops.
was pretty stoked to see this at the end of my trek.
no. i’m not fucking kidding.
that would be my hands & feet in the ocean. not a pool. i shit you not.
sidenote: please excuse the mismatched nail polish. you all know how i like to match. unfortunately, my manicures are short lived working at the shack.
i heard a noise behind me when i was walking back to the ferry. i immediately think rats, or danger, when i hear shit rustling behind me. but um no, just some wild donkeys trailing behind me. no bigs.
i stopped a couple times to try & let the donkeys pass me. but the donkeys would just stop when i stopped and look at me. eventually they passed me and ran ahead to eat some plants. guess they’re vegetarians too.
smell ya later donkeys.
grabbed a pineapple, mango, orange smoothie from this spot. fucking delicious. hit the ferry home and bragged via twitter about my donkey sighting. someone tweeted back, “geez what’s next from you down there, a fucking unicorn sighting?”
mm. never know. life is pretty magical sometimes.
