This was our DJ for the day. She played pretty good stuff, Shins, Interpol maybe, Stones, I think. Only problem was the bar/restaurant adjacent had a competing sound system pumping out Bob Marley's Legend. The cacophony was brutal. Ah, paradise.
I guess that is beads of sweat he's shaking out of his hair... sweat from wearing his motobike helmet.
The V.V. waterpark.
Heading to Tom Sawyer Island.

There goes the Japanese guy. I said he was "crazy", Al said he was, "cool".
"Crazy cool", probably most apt. Al thought my "crazy" was trumping any allowance for "cool", but I didn't mean it that way. A violent war of words ensued for a brual 10 seconds. I think it ended in a draw.