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excerpts from bob's journal...

Sandals offered a number of different water activities. While I was walking around the resort I bumped into Melissa, who explained to me what a great time she had tubing. She said that her and Ken were definitely going to do it again. After talking with Melissa I walked down to the beach to find out more. The guys who worked down at the beach said they were closed until after lunch, but to come back then and they would put us right on. While I was walking around I bumped into another couple who said that the tubing was allot of fun.

I walked back to the room to let Lori know about everything I had heard. "We should definitely try it out." I told her. So, after eating lunch at Bayside, we headed over. Within a few seconds we were sitting in the tubes, and off we went. Things went to hell in a hurry. The guys pulling us went into overdrive with us. Water was spraying into my face. I couldn't see a dam thing. While I held on for dear life, my ass was getting sucked into the tube with such force that I swear I was getting all the gas in my body sucked right out of me. It felt like I was farting at a furious pace - bizarre. I had watched these guys give rides to a number of couples. The rides all seemed to last about two minutes, taking them in a large figure eight. Our ride was different. These guys took us way out, we headed out to sea a bit, and then to the north, closing in on the beach of another resort. I was convinced by this time that the guys driving the boat were on a mission to make us miserable.

Eventually these guys pulled us back to where we started. We were both bruised and battered. Lori lost one of her earrings and I felt like my insides had been sucked out my ass. Needless to say, that was our last time tubing.