Journal entries by Peter Labrador
Location: Soup Bowls, BarbadosCrew: Timmy Reyes, Anthony Petruso, Micah Byrne, Cam Powell, Mr. Tom Rulon, Mr. Emgee, and Peter Labrador.
Callouts”We arrived midday, but got held up by a busted customs agent who resembled Samuel L. Jackson.”
“We all surfed our brains out-blah, blah, blah.”
“I think Rulon won the dance contest-he looked like a backup dancer for Ricky Martin.”
“The waves got really rippable, like a butt-tight pair of pants.”
“Rulon was screaming like wounded prey because he had his gear ripped off by a bunch of predators.”
Day One: We arrived midday, but got held up by a busted customs agent who resembled Samuel L. Jackson. He stopped us because no one knew exactly where we’d be staying. To make a long story short, we found out the address and hopped into a taxi. The island seemed peaceful and slow. All the locals had an “irie” vibe, as they like to say, and were showing very good attitudes. The weather was hotter than a witch’s you know what, but as soon as we saw the “Soup Bowls” setup, everything was cool as ice.
Day Two:I sat on my ass all day because I had these irritating stitches in my foot I’d received on a previous trip. While chilling in a hammock eating bread, fruit, and chips, I saw all the boys tearing the crap out of mediocre waves. Cam and Rulon arrived later on in the day, completing the crew. Meanwhile, I was still sitting on my ass, but this time I was eating a grilled-cheese sandwich.
Day Three:I surfed today, but I had to tape my foot up and rock a surf bootie. The water’s just as hot as the air, so it really wasn’t refreshing. It felt good to get out in the water after not surfing for a week-I surfed like a one-legged blind monkey! Everyone else was ripping. So far this trip has been flowing as smooth as Slick Rick.
Day Four:We all surfed our brains out-blah, blah, blah. But tonight some of us went to this great world-famous place called Harbor Lights. Anyone who’s been to Barbados knows about it. The others stayed back and watched Golden Girls. This hot joint, Harbor Lights, costs 35-dollars Barbados (which is seventeen-dollars U.S.) to enter. The price includes all you can drink fruit punch and soda pop. We danced the night away and found out that Barbados girls are straight-up rump shakers, while all we want to do is “A zoom, zoom, zoom, and a boom, boom,” like Wrecks-N-Effects. I think Rulon won the dance contest-he looked like a backup dancer for Ricky Martin.
Day Five:We woke up, and the waves were shreddable. We met all these cool Rasta dudes in the lineup. They surfed well, especially Mark Holder and Hoggie. The whole gang surfed all day and retired right before dark.
Day Six:Morning time started slow, but later on in the day the waves improved as the tide filled in. Today we surfed, ate, and chilled the buck out. We went to Bubba’s to eat dinner and relax in town.
Day Seven:The waves weren’t too happening in the morning, so Emgee, Rulon, and I went to check out the island of Barbados. On the way, we met and picked up a Rasta kid named Andy. He took us to this cool lighthouse, and sang reggae songs the whole way there. We examined the lighthouse for a bit, then headed back, dropping off Andy on the way. Once we returned to Soup Bowls, it started pouring rain. The waves got really rippable like a butt-tight pair of pants, so we all went out.
Day Eight:Rulon was screaming like wounded prey because he had his gear ripped off by a bunch of predators. While we were all snoozing, thieves crawled through Rulon’s window and violated our compound. The police came and Rulon filed a report. Later, we headed off to the airport and our plane was delayed for twelve fun-filled hours. The airline agents finally told us that we had to stay overnight. Today was a bad day, unlike that one Ice Cube song.
Dayy Nine: Everything went smoothly today. We boarded our plane and headed home. All in all, I’m glad I made my way to Barbados. I experienced a different way of life, and I met a lot of cool people. Unlike yesterday, today was a good day. Peace, one love!