December 31, 2000 - Sunday (New Years Eve)

(Inspired and excerpts taken from the journal at the water hut)

Today I got up and early and was rather hungry. I was already sick of all the damned oatmeal they’ve been serving at camp, so I figured I could be one of those Survivors on TV and find my own food.

Yummy eggs at the beach.

I ventured down to the beach and tried to dig in the sand for clams but instead, I found some round eggs. I didn’t know they have chicken down here at the beach! I didn’t see any chicken around though. I dug up enough eggs and fried myself a nice omelet.

I thought I would get some fish for lunch and dinner instead of tasting Dave’s horrible camp cooking again, so I made myself a spear and went out in the small inlet. There were some turtles in the water, but my spear wouldn’t penetrate their shells. They looked rather angry for some reason. I got some acid out from my bottle-o-emergency-acid and poured it on the turtle and they finally left me alone. No turtle soup for me I guess.

Yummy dolphin from the sea.

A school of playful dolphins came by to see what all the commotions were. I speared one of them and the rest ran away. The dolphin was too big and bloody for me so I threw the corpse back. It floated away with some seagulls pecking at the glazed eye.

Crazy Chris chasing me.

Dejected, I walked back to the water hut to get some water and the big lumbering ogre stopped by. Chris and I talked for a while and he started drinking. After a few bottles, he started muttering about old wars and how he should kill us “Japs”. I told him I wasn’t Japanese but he wouldn’t listen.

I ran away from the hut and bumped into the two Indonesians who wanted to kill me too. They said they were going to do to me what they did with the Chinese people in Indonesia.

Handy ancient petraglyphs.

I ran up to the hills and hid in the toilet for a while. It's good that Chris's too fat to follow me and the Indonesians were back to hunting the feral cats for dinner. After coating most of the toilet paper with the emergency pepper powder I had, I ran further inland and came to a field of Petraglyphs on the ground. They were rather fragile so I broke them into pieces and formed large letters “HELP” on the ground.

I was finally rescued and flew back to Hilo to a nice all-you-can-gorge SPAM buffet.