Geoff and Jennine's Misadventure.
(Note: This trip happened about 3 weeks ago now. I was going to just give up on it, but the events that took place were just too damn crazy to forget.)
Tuesday, It's an absolutley perfect day. Without a cloud in the sky or a worry in the world, Jennine and I set off for Galliano Island. After dinner we secure a spot on the top deck where we do nothing but sit, drink, talk and enjoy the weather. After what seems like almost no time at all, we pull into the Galliano ferry terminal. One problem: We look around and nobody is getting off. Not thinking to much of it we sit and talk some more. A minute or two passes and we see one woman head inside and downstairs. We take this as our cue to leave, so we get up and follow her. She walks down to a lower level, but she ends up sitting down and opening up a magazine. Are we supposed to get off? There hasn't been an announcement? Confused, we sit down and continue our conversation. Maybe 5 minutes pass by the time we do hear an announcement. It's muffled so I can't quite make it out. What I sure as hell can make out are the two loud horn blows and the rumble of the engine as the ferry starts to back out of the dock.
Yup, that's right. We are leaving Galliano Island.
We hop up out of our seats and flee as if we stole something. What the hell do we do? In a panic we find a woman who works on the ferry and ask her what the hell is going on. She confirms what we already know and takes us to the woman in charge. She radios and asks the captain if the ferry can pull back in. It can't. She radios our new destination, Mayne Island, and checks if someone there might be able to help us. Maybe. So we sit back down with nothing else to do but laugh at how great our trip has been so far. We dock on Mayne Island, where we actually get off the ferry this time. We are given a number of a man named Al who has agreed to drive us in his boat back to Galliano. Only problem, we have to get to Miners Bay in 15 minutes and we are told its a 30 minute walk. Remember, this is on an Island that neither of us knew even existed. We hitch hike.
10 minutes later we hop out of a truck bed at Miners Bay and cross our fingers in the hope that Al will show up.
5-10 minutes later we find ourselves on a boat with a man named Al, leaving Mayne Island on course for Galliano.
We finally make it on to Galliano Island. By now its pretty dark and Al asks us if we know where we are going. We have no idea. We try to call Bo, Marc and Jeremy, but to no avail. We tell Al that we will just sit and keep trying our friends. Al leaves. About 30 minutes and 40 un-answered phone calls pass before we decide that we have to try and find our way into town. We walk until we come to a big fork in the road, with an even bigger question. Left or right? We choose left and continue down the road for 15 minutes until we hit a dead end and an even more dead beach. We retrace our steps back to the marina where we continue to sit, bitch about our situation and drink our problems away.
Another 30 - 40 minutes pass before we decide that our friends suck and we will in fact have to venture off on our own without any direction. We come to the same fork in the road, but we decide to go right this time. We walk and walk, for I don't even know how long, before we come across a gas station. Just as we approach the gas station we see the first car since we saw Al drive away over an hour ago. We flag down the car and ask in desperation, "Where's the town?"
They laugh at us.
After a quick little talk and explanation of our situation, they tell Jennine and I that they would drive us to the one and only bar on the island to find our friends. We hop in the back of another truck and head off in the direction that we just came from. After a quick little drive, we find ourselves approaching a school. What the hell is going on? We're going to die. Turns out that they needed to stop for some herbal refreshments. 10 minutes pass and we are back on the road towards the bar and, hopefully, our friends.
We get to The Hummingbird, where we find our old buddy Al, who's now completely shit housed and completely amused at the fact we haven't found our friends or where we are staying yet. We sit at the bar and order a couple of drinks while still desperately trying to find the guys. Again, no luck at all. We drink more. After maybe 20 minutes we give up completely and just figure that once we are good and drunk we will come up with the perfect plan. At this point we start to mingle and meet the 12 other people in the bar, basically the entire population of Galliano Island. We explain our situation to some of the people, who seem to think that this is one of the funnier things they have ever heard. I figure not too much happens on that Island and let it slide. Anyways, after a couple of hours we are invited to go party at Al's place where we are also welcome to stay if need be.
Now at Al's house, we again find ourselves surrounded by the entire population of Galliano Island for a good old fashioned house party. It is an absolute blast. I've never seen so much unintentional comedy in one place at one time and I would at times find myself uncontrollably laughing at some of the things being said and being done. I decide that Galliano Island rocks.
We stay up most of the night partying, until deciding to crash at about 4/4:30am. After a short nap we are rather abruptly woken up and scared shitless. We leave at 5, and I wish I could tell you why. Scary. Galliano sucks.
We walk around the island aimlessly for a couple of hours before settling down in front of the local bakery. We pass out. The bakery opens and we move inside to get some more rest. We ultimately end up having to call back home to get the address of the place of Bo's parents. Now that we know where we are going, we walk 45 minutes to the cabin. Walking back past the Bar, past Al's house, past the marina and through the side streets of Galliano, we finally get there. We are greeted with the question, " what the hell happened to you guys?"
They have no idea.
The next couple of days unfolded with little else of note happening, but my first 15 hours on Galliano Island will stick with me for the rest of my life. Trust me when I'm saying that what I've written is just the half of it.
Tuesday, It's an absolutley perfect day. Without a cloud in the sky or a worry in the world, Jennine and I set off for Galliano Island. After dinner we secure a spot on the top deck where we do nothing but sit, drink, talk and enjoy the weather. After what seems like almost no time at all, we pull into the Galliano ferry terminal. One problem: We look around and nobody is getting off. Not thinking to much of it we sit and talk some more. A minute or two passes and we see one woman head inside and downstairs. We take this as our cue to leave, so we get up and follow her. She walks down to a lower level, but she ends up sitting down and opening up a magazine. Are we supposed to get off? There hasn't been an announcement? Confused, we sit down and continue our conversation. Maybe 5 minutes pass by the time we do hear an announcement. It's muffled so I can't quite make it out. What I sure as hell can make out are the two loud horn blows and the rumble of the engine as the ferry starts to back out of the dock.
Yup, that's right. We are leaving Galliano Island.
We hop up out of our seats and flee as if we stole something. What the hell do we do? In a panic we find a woman who works on the ferry and ask her what the hell is going on. She confirms what we already know and takes us to the woman in charge. She radios and asks the captain if the ferry can pull back in. It can't. She radios our new destination, Mayne Island, and checks if someone there might be able to help us. Maybe. So we sit back down with nothing else to do but laugh at how great our trip has been so far. We dock on Mayne Island, where we actually get off the ferry this time. We are given a number of a man named Al who has agreed to drive us in his boat back to Galliano. Only problem, we have to get to Miners Bay in 15 minutes and we are told its a 30 minute walk. Remember, this is on an Island that neither of us knew even existed. We hitch hike.
10 minutes later we hop out of a truck bed at Miners Bay and cross our fingers in the hope that Al will show up.
5-10 minutes later we find ourselves on a boat with a man named Al, leaving Mayne Island on course for Galliano.
We finally make it on to Galliano Island. By now its pretty dark and Al asks us if we know where we are going. We have no idea. We try to call Bo, Marc and Jeremy, but to no avail. We tell Al that we will just sit and keep trying our friends. Al leaves. About 30 minutes and 40 un-answered phone calls pass before we decide that we have to try and find our way into town. We walk until we come to a big fork in the road, with an even bigger question. Left or right? We choose left and continue down the road for 15 minutes until we hit a dead end and an even more dead beach. We retrace our steps back to the marina where we continue to sit, bitch about our situation and drink our problems away.
Another 30 - 40 minutes pass before we decide that our friends suck and we will in fact have to venture off on our own without any direction. We come to the same fork in the road, but we decide to go right this time. We walk and walk, for I don't even know how long, before we come across a gas station. Just as we approach the gas station we see the first car since we saw Al drive away over an hour ago. We flag down the car and ask in desperation, "Where's the town?"
They laugh at us.
After a quick little talk and explanation of our situation, they tell Jennine and I that they would drive us to the one and only bar on the island to find our friends. We hop in the back of another truck and head off in the direction that we just came from. After a quick little drive, we find ourselves approaching a school. What the hell is going on? We're going to die. Turns out that they needed to stop for some herbal refreshments. 10 minutes pass and we are back on the road towards the bar and, hopefully, our friends.
We get to The Hummingbird, where we find our old buddy Al, who's now completely shit housed and completely amused at the fact we haven't found our friends or where we are staying yet. We sit at the bar and order a couple of drinks while still desperately trying to find the guys. Again, no luck at all. We drink more. After maybe 20 minutes we give up completely and just figure that once we are good and drunk we will come up with the perfect plan. At this point we start to mingle and meet the 12 other people in the bar, basically the entire population of Galliano Island. We explain our situation to some of the people, who seem to think that this is one of the funnier things they have ever heard. I figure not too much happens on that Island and let it slide. Anyways, after a couple of hours we are invited to go party at Al's place where we are also welcome to stay if need be.
Now at Al's house, we again find ourselves surrounded by the entire population of Galliano Island for a good old fashioned house party. It is an absolute blast. I've never seen so much unintentional comedy in one place at one time and I would at times find myself uncontrollably laughing at some of the things being said and being done. I decide that Galliano Island rocks.
We stay up most of the night partying, until deciding to crash at about 4/4:30am. After a short nap we are rather abruptly woken up and scared shitless. We leave at 5, and I wish I could tell you why. Scary. Galliano sucks.
We walk around the island aimlessly for a couple of hours before settling down in front of the local bakery. We pass out. The bakery opens and we move inside to get some more rest. We ultimately end up having to call back home to get the address of the place of Bo's parents. Now that we know where we are going, we walk 45 minutes to the cabin. Walking back past the Bar, past Al's house, past the marina and through the side streets of Galliano, we finally get there. We are greeted with the question, " what the hell happened to you guys?"
They have no idea.
The next couple of days unfolded with little else of note happening, but my first 15 hours on Galliano Island will stick with me for the rest of my life. Trust me when I'm saying that what I've written is just the half of it.
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