Needless to say, this is not me. (I wouldn't be caught in such a shocking color of bikini).

This is one result of the huge party that was going on in the hotel, behind the bar. Some girls made their way down to the bar, because they said it was too noisy in the hotel.
We talked (and I tried not to stare at their heaving bosoms) and they commented on how silly things were getting in the hotel. They were also very, very drunk.

Well, the next thing I knew they were up on the bar and gyrating like it was no ones business!

One of the Mexican cooks (who previousy had been hidden in the kitchen, I presume) came out and started going crazy, making all sorts of animal sounds (he was a regular Dr.Doolittle, I can tell you!!)!


...but I wasn't taking the bait. I stayed in my seat, like a proper (and bloody boring) British gentleman...

...just sat in my seat...

...and took in the show...