So... I decided to walk around this Jost Van Dyke Island... and I saw goats... and Tamarinds... all growing wild... Pretty cool...

My destination? The other end of the island. It was hot that day... I feel like I could see Epstein's island... but maybe from the plane I saw it and I didn't care...

I started get chills... like shivering a bit... and I thought I might be getting heat stroke... or something...

so I stopped and got lunch... I ate conch and it was the best meal I feel I ever had... It was very memorable... I loved it... I still think of it... dinner is very expensive but lunch is not so that is fine... the hot sauce was amazing.... I loved it...

I started walking again and some couple picked me up to go to some geyser or something... and it was pretty cool...

I had a whole file of video where the water gets active and the dude's wife's top falls off so I deleted it... so this is all you see is this water flow...

It was ok... something I guess...

Meanwhile... the fish were eating my feet... like... attacking my feet... it was weird...

I am just wearing those shorts I found in Denmark that time I got all my clothes stolen by gypsies...who cares if it doesn't get me laid?

What else to say?

I had nothing the Butt Pirates had... I had a tent... they had a yacht and topless chicks and thongs...

The dude that asked me for weed with the yellow eyes saw them and said "Sick bastards..."...

It's all about the boat I guess... the hotel room... not the experience... which I film... I dunno... screw it... screw it all... this was dumb... I should have stayed home...