Well the dude from Colorado is heading out. So I gotta find a place to stay... there were iguanas everywhere. someone said that the cats would attack and eat these guys. Taste like chicken.

As I said in a previous video, I talked around at a bar and found a place to stay. I forget if I met the guy... Ian... that day or a previous day... I think I heard about the place from some guy who was a bartender at some really quiet bar... I think it was one of the bars I was stalking people at like a voyeur. Like... it was off to the side, on the second floor further down from Spyglass (I think that was the name of the place with the cheap margaritas and fish tacos at happy hour)... yeah... so... I recall his story... he was some dude maybe from Maine? I forget... he said he stayed at this place between the town and Cinnamon Bay... I told him I was just planning on heading to Jost Van Dyke if I didn't find a place and camping there but then he told me of this place that wasn't showing up on any map... I was considering Cinnamon Bay but i was full of sand fleas from what I heard. I asked him how he got his job, and he said he just slummed it at this place, the place I am staying at, for months until he finally found a job. He had experience also back home. I had to note that the prettiest girls in the world were bartenders and stuff at these bars and some didn't have experience... but honestly I was going to these places just to see the girls. Like... the girl at that Rooster place... like... I don't understand why people watch TV when the most beautiful women are right there.

Anyway... So that place I stayed at... it was like a hostel... I think it was like 40 a night or something... and the bed out in the open was like $25 but a cabin was like $40 and there were private cabins but they were just as scary. I think that dude Ian was staying on the bed in the middle of a trail... The lady that owned the land was some lady that said it was her ancestor's land and she will never sell it (I never want to go back and find out it doesn't exist... there are some things I don't want to see change...) Ian and I went to the town to drink... I guess he was looking for a job down there and had no plans... We went out off the beaten path looking for food and found that Candi Shack. Great food. Cheap and filling! It wasn't too cheap... like $14 and that was pricy back in those days.

The beach in the beginning half is Cinnamon Bay. It is very close to where we were staying... like a 15 minute walk.

Oh wait.. the place is called Woody's. I wanted to drink every drink on their menu. It was just a small hole in the wall bar but it got popular. I thought the girl working there looked like she should be a movie star... like, I was trying to get a picture ... I will be honest... like she was the most beautiful girl in the universe... I didn't want to do anything with her. I just wanted a picture of her. I had no sexual desire so much as sexual admiration. She was too amazing for me and I didn't want to harass the people that can't get away from me. I was just spying on people with a camera and afraid to commit to doing it well also. Ian and I went bar hopping and it was a different person working at the bar than the guy that originally told me about the place. I sat there and spied on the smooth moves the guy was putting on that girl... there was a few girls on the island. I was pretty pathetic... but what was I going to do? Look where I was staying!

The other guy staying there was some dude that was in the army before this and got shipped to Russia or something and he said he was at a strip club and the police harassed him on the street after he left saying he didn't pay but they just robbed him instead... like beat him up and robbed him... or they were looking for a bribe and just took it. So he was like F that place.

One thing he missed most about not being in the army was weed. He said he dreamed about it. He didn't drink much, but loved weed. He said he took long hikes all over the island most of the time. I offered him some of my weed butt he had his own and shared. I think I took one hit and went to bed. I was not as hardcore as I am now but I pretended I was.

There was lizards everywhere. Like... everywhere... crawling all over the place... you go to put your hand on the wall and something will move that you didn't see.... and they change colors to blend in. I freaked out each time I saw them because I didn't want to step on them... or roll over in my sleep on them. That would freak me out. The army dude said that happened to him a couple times.

I wish I could go back there and stay there. I am afraid to find out if that place exists anymore...