In the photo above, you can see me on the flying bridge of our
I had to help our divemaster, Max, pilot our boat.
In the photo above, you can see
me diligently working as a naval tattoo inspector.
In the picture above, you can see
me trying to push away one of the many Cayman Cuties.
Behind her, you see a ramp leading into a bar. I like that kind
of wheelchair access.
Here, I am beating Max at arm wrestling.
Since Max lost to me in arm wrestling, I made
him drive me to the store to get some Rum and Cuban
cigars, not for me, for my friends. That's Davin in the back,
holding on to my wheelchair. Max had
his prize collection of empty beer cans in back. He probably picked
them up while cleaning the beach.
These Cayman cuties insisted on
braiding my hair.
How do you like my island braids?
Here is a view of me on my veranda,
overlooking a nude beach,
which was frequented by several college sororities.
Life on the island was very stressful.
Here I am getting totally stressed.