Big Mistake

If you ever find yourself at the Couples Negril Resort in Jamaica, resist all temptation to take the $30 bus ride to Rick's Cafe.  For our honeymoon, David and I had spent a luxurious 12 nights at the adults-only, all-inclusive resort.  The day before we left, we decided to take a tourist bus to Rick's Cafe for supposedly the "Best Cliff Diving and Sunsets in Jamaica".  Indeed, the sunset was beautiful but this was nothing more then a bar on a cliff.   We had 2 options: drink more alcohol or dive off a 35 foot cliff.   By this time, we'd had our fill of free alcohol so we decided to take the plunge, but not before photographing the warning sign... 

The Irony

Pre-Death Jump

Turns out, I almost plunged to my death!  It's clear from the start, my technique was way off...bent knees and flailing arms...recipe for disaster. 

Poor Technique

Long story short, David and I flew home the next day.  I ended up in the emergency room, peeing white blood cells, 103° fever, a kidney infection and possibly a broken tail bone.

Now that I'm preggers, my tail bone feels like it never healed.  I wonder what it's going to be like to give birth with a broken butt?  Anyone know what this feels like? 

In hopes of relieving some back pressure, I decided to purchase the Snoogle.  I'm thinking about buying one for David, just because.  This diagram tells all...

Donut Deluxe anyone?

Final note, in the process of writing this blog, I did some research only to find an entire website dedicated to injuries incurred from cliff diving at Rick's Cafe! EEK.  Broken spines!  Broken sternums!  Loss of vision!

Final final note, if you're ever in a tropical location and you think you don't need sunscreen because you're Asian, YOU'RE WRONG!  Not only did I possibly break my butt on our honeymoon, I also acquired a 2nd degree sunburn (if such thing exists).



BAHAHA looks like David punched me in the face