This might just be the anal uptight bitch in me coming out but what’s up with “island time”? Do you get to an island and loss the ability to tell time along with the common decency to be respectful and show up places on time? If someone said that they’re going to pick you up between 7:15 – 7:30pm then shouldn’t you just expect them to show up then? What I’ve come to realize is NO. The reason for this rant is that there were 3 of us waiting for the bus taking us on the pub crawl through Rarotonga. We waited and waited and waited and NOTHING! It was closing in on 9pm and it was becoming apparent that we’d be stood up.
Never say die until the fat lady sings right? While attempting the logistics of how the 3 of us would fit on a scooter for our own personal pubcrawl, we were joined by a 4th and it became apparent that the wise thing to do was call a cab (surprisingly, there is one on the island). Jason’s Taxi was not only our DD that night but also someone who actually shows up when they said they would as well (this shouldn’t amaze me but it does…).
Anyway, moral of the story is pubcrawl or no pub crawl – we still got our night out on the town. Great company and fun bars but the highlight for me was munching down on a chicken pocket as we waited for Jason’s Taxi to come take us home. What can I say – I’m a sucker for street meat!