Why you should not take acid- a story of adventure and education

Why you should not take acid


Maui Hawaii: This place is a little dirty but dirty is almost necessary in a place where hundreds of people are put in charge of an event in a location removed from all forms of traditional authority. The beasts are released from their chains and prowl a small spit of land known as Little Beach. In a world losing touch with reality some of the realest shit can happen at this place.  A new authority rises and every week and new culture is created from the beast on top. It’s a sight to behold and I will do my best to capture the experience with the words that have been given to me.

To get to Little Beach you must first climb a cliff located at the end of Big Beach. Coming over the cliff to the sound of jungle drums, and the sight of naked bodies it feels as if you have left the real world behind though you know that it is only miles away. There is even a light haze over the entire beach (probably cause by sea foam) that indicates the number of people who are seriously experimenting with mind altering substances. Every Sunday they gather to celebrate the setting of the sun and with music, dance, poi, and other inventions fueled by psychedelics they celebrate.


My part in this party is miniscule. I dance and usually jump on the drum but on this day I felt small. I dosed and made sport with the beasts. In my wanderings a came across a real life shaman who made a living by mixing the chemicals needed to make LSD. I didn’t know that he was a shaman when I first met him. He was of the subtle kine. At first I was attracted to his unconventional wisdom and the strangeness of our relationship. It was only until later that night did he reveal that he was one of few that knew how to produce pure LSD. I asked if he could teach me and with that we began a mentoring relationship. It was the same shaman who invited me to breathe fire with him and for the first time in my life I let the flame rip from my mouth.


A mouth full of lighter fluid sprayed in a fine mist upon an open flame and you’ll have yourself a fireball. With lighter fluid running down your face it’s not hard to imagine how dangerous fire breathing can be, but the adrenaline mixed with the commanding attention of a fireball and the sport can quickly go to your head. In fact it really must go to one’s head if it is to be done correctly, but as we all know; when you play with fire you can expect to get burned.

It was not I, nor the shaman, but the crazy old monk named Darrel who got burned. Darrel had been living in the woods near Little Beach for years. Recently he had decided to go full on monk mode and shaved all his hair but saved a small spot on the back which he braded. When I asked what kind of monk he was he said “The kind that gets laid” he also told me how he had been taking small amounts of different poisons to increase his immunities and to eventually… When he told me this I looked at him and we cackled into the night at the thought of immortality. With Darrel as my teacher I blew my biggest ball of flame I have ever blown, and too close to Darrel’s hand. He was severely singed to the point that he turned to rage. I could out run him but there was nowhere to run. Darrel was out to kill me, literally. I was able to escape into the dark of the night but needed to go back for my pack. He found me before I could grab my stuff and chased me all the way to the entrance of the Little Beach; he chased me to the cliffs. On the cliffs in the woods I hid in the bushes as the old monk gathered the local Hawaiians and formed a search party. Now true fear, like I have never felt before began to sink in. I lay still for more than thirty minutes and when I felt like all was forgotten I made a move for my pack only to run strait into Darrel.


“It ends for you here” he said and with fire in his eyes he walked slowly and steadily towards me. “On the cliffs of Little Beach you die.”

I wanted to run but had nowhere to go. With my back to the cliff I faced him.

He was weaker than I expected but still managed to get a good punch to my face in before I brought him to the ground and put my arm around his neck.

He pulled out his arm before me. He was burnt badly.

“I’m a 55 year old man son. You can’t burn people like this. You’re going to have to pay” and he began to squeeze himself out.

“I could kill you now” I said as I pulled my arm tight around his neck.

“If you’re going to it then do it quick” he sputtered and he went limp in my arm.

“I am so sorry. Can you let me go?” I said, almost crying.

“Only if you leave this beach, and leave the island, and you leave right now!”

On the now he gave an exhale and I jumped down the cliff with him on the dark cliff top calling after me “Soon I will come to get you and the next time I see you, I’m going to and kill you!” And he started down after me. I ran to the exit and hid in the bushes. A large Hawaiian that I could not see walked to the exit and called into the night “Leenock!” From this call I could hear his size and the hunter that was his nature and I was afraid. On my other side another Hawaiian replied “Makoy” and finally Darrell said “goodbye Chris” and they left.

I walked on the road for a long time. The plants and gadgets that make up the finer details of the island always amaze me and even more so when I am trippin. Eventually I came across a golf course resort, the kind that cost more than a house for one night’s stay. Walking on the grass was a relief for my bare feet and when I made it to the hot tub I pretended I was a wealthy man though I had no one to fool. The walk back to the beach was short. I moved in to Little Beach like a ninja. From far away I could see where Darrell and the others were sleeping and a fire. I snuck past their camp and checked my spot but could only find my book bag (“Being and Time” inside) and some towels so I wrapped myself up and slept above the camp in hiding. In the morning I still could not find my pack. I remember looking into the shamans eyes from a distance as two creatures captured in amazement by one another. I found my shoes socks, and shirt.

Wet paper, headphones, my wallet, a belt, work pants, 145 dollars, and the connection I had made on island where all that I had. On the wet piece of paper was the phone number to Alert Alarm which was a company that I had worked for in the past. Showed up to the office and they gave me a room and a job. Now I take a shower every day and hang around the house while I wait for my badge to arrive so that I can start work. Played video games and wrote this story today.


Thus beach life in Hawaii comes to a burning end. It is the challenges in life that make us grow and in the past 4 months I have learned more than most. Food is everywhere and survival takes little effort. It’s what we do with our time after our need are met is what makes us thrive. Meditation, reading, exercise are more of a challenge in a house than on a beach. There is still a struggle to break on through the next boundary but the challenges are different, unfamiliar even, like I need to lose touch with a part of myself in order to find the next thing. I now realize that there are many abilities that cannot express themselves without the aid of comfort and now my life turns in the direction of the cultivation of these comfortable subtleties.


Communication for dummies- The Shit Test

Shit tests


A shit test is a social device that people use to determine the mental caliber of person they are dealing with. The shit test is most recognizable in the form of witty banter between friends, but can also come in many different forms; some of which are none to the nicest. Almost every person has characteristics they wish others would believe though they may not be true. A shit test is one way to tell if a person is who they come off to be and can determine the strength of frame of the person on the receiving end of the shit test has in their possession. Shit tests are pass/fail. If the shit test is passed respect is gained, if failed then interaction usually comes to a halt and the two parties go their separate way.

The classic example of shit testing is used by females who are generally bombarded with male attention and need a way of filtering through the masses (“Buy me a drink”… “Well then I would have to fleep w/ you and we really haven’t gotten to know each other yet.”). Shit tests are used by everyone from time to time and more so by higher status members of a society. A CEO will shit test harder than a manager and a manager harder than a garbage man. This is because the social pool that high class individuals get to pick from is far greater than the lower class, and the need to have only the best persons on hand in order to secure their own superiority. (I don’t make the rules, I just explain them) There are some people (generally people who enjoy a challenge) that find shit tests to be an enjoyable way to show off their intellect and my find conversation in which shit testing is not included to be boring conversations. These are socially skilled often competitive individuals who should be shit tested. In these situations shit testing is used as a form of validation and can be thrown back and forth as a form of validation. With each pass of shit report is built between the shit throwers. This can go on forever in the form of two friends bantering back and forth.

One strategy of leadership found in harder arenas like boot camp or competitive sales positions, the leader will shit test everyone into the ground and rebuild them from that point up. This strategy can be extremely effective for changing a person on a deeper level. If this strategy is chosen be sure that you can maintain the responsibility for the entire rebuilding process, because leaving someone in the ground makes them extremely vulnerable to outside influence so make sure that influence is from a positive source… like yourself.

For woman the shit test is often an ongoing part of her interaction with men. For her it’s something that she must employ for her high need of security that comes from her biology. As men grow older their mental frame often weakens and the shit testing female turns from a spicy young duchess into a nagging old hag. This is only because he can no longer pass her shit tests. Oh how sweet love can be.

Testing boundaries is something that makes us human and shit tests are a healthy way of interacting with the world. There are however, malicious shit tests and even, nuclear shit tests. Nuclear shit tests offer no advantage to anyone and it is best to avoid these at all costs (These often come in the form of ex-girlfriends). The amount and variety of shit test out there ranging from dominant/submissive, service oriented, wit, fear based shit tests to name just a few. Even your ability to hold a conversation could be viewed as a shit test. Through all of this complexity there is one distinction that should be made with shit tests. There are good shit tests, and there are bad shit tests. Good shit tests are shit tests that are probing for strength and can be viewed as challenge to overcome with the reword of status for victory. Bad shit tests offer no reword and should be avoided if possible. If they must be confronted then damage control should be of primary concern. These come in the form of confrontational fighting of jealous boyfriends.

The well-spoken and quick witted out there are going to have a lot of fun with shit tests. The duller of you out there are going to hate them and I would recommend watching some stand up comedians to improve your social skills (“Joe Rogan puts heckler in their place”). You could even try the brute force social exposure method if you can muster up the courage. Whatever it is, do whatever it takes. Till next time.


Flowers for a dying day

Working on Avalow farm is an extadic mix of work and learning to be adaptable. My second week of work begins tomorrow and I cannot wait to see what it will bring. Tonight I will go to bed with a charged phone so that I may wake up and start filming the morning routine which, in chronological order goes, meditate (10min), nature work out, shower in the waterfall, read, smoke weed in the office with the crew. A perfect start. 

I will need to wake by 7am in order to get what I need done and I will need to develop a workout plan- which will be- 10 one handed push-ups (3 sets), log lifting, sit-ups, and plank (2 min). 

Friday I will go on a hike with Em. Cute girl and strong woman. By this time I will have The Dome assembled of which I will sleep in for the next two months. Work on the farm, a humble job in Makawao, beach adventures and I am set. Ahowoska September 11th and the possibility of self synthesizing dmt. Stability, strength, flow and harmony.


In this time I will need to make money for Nola and buy a saxaphone and practice. Yoga and Kung-fu on hill side. Farm work and friends by night. In a world of growth and prosperity I will attain self mastery. 

New Orleans will be a different style. Rather than a world of humility and work, Nola will be lived on the front lines dancing and performing music will be what propels me to new hights. With Sam by my side I will play. Working the industry will turn more profit than I ever before attained in my life and it will be here that I will have the resources to unleash the awesome thing built within.  

After a short time in New Orleans New York is where I may head in order to test my capacities against the raging machine that is the concrete jungle. Within the rat race I will find a wife. A strong woman who believes that true love is a thing that will sweep her away from all other commitments in order to reveal the profound. Away we will go.   

We will travel the world. Australia, Asia, the Middle East, bits of Africa, and Europe. As fully developed intellectual entities nearing the peak of our power will we find a quite space with good schools to settle down and raise the family. Three children who grow to reach different mountain peaks of their own. A high place to rest I will have successfully traversed the most intense fire of life. 


As an old man who has boldly devoted a life to mastering wit and never losing touch with the youth, I will be able to softly read my books and pass help down through the links until the opportunity comes by which I may use my death to serve for the greater good. For the sake of life, love, and wisdom may my deeds live long past my body. After this there is no more but wind and ashes. 


A life of puzzle sick of soil

Questioning every day

May loves true light shine on through

Never to run away
Beyond the lookouts of every post

Beneath the stone and clay

We find new light that’s ever stronger

Never kept at bay
Within the cracks of every footprint

That fad away to grey

The is but one guiding principle

That beckons us away
Be sure of this my only child

Within the battle and the fray

That there hope of betterment

In flowers for a dying day

The wise man knows he’s a fool

It was fun to party on the beech with the Lahina kids. We had even worked out a method that could take us to exactly where we wanted to be. Fred could stick a bottle of liquor between his belt and belly and must have walked away with over 15 bottles the week I was there. We would then walk down the shore to where the resort beaches where located and we would party.   
It was an idealistic way to fuck around on the beech from the beech bum position, but there was no trust between friends and the group was constantly turning on the weakest member of the group. It was draining spiritually and I knew when I started that I would be usurped of my stamina within a short amount of time. 

Having been drained I decided to sell my jeep and move back to New Orleans. Many people were inquiring about the sale and my schedule was full. If the jeep would have sold I would have moved to Nola immediately; and then I met Joesyia. 

Joesyia was man I had known from the island for a long time. I was a big fan of his brothers and hung out with his brother as much as I could without becoming attached. Joesyia came to look at my jeep. He didn’t end up buying the jeep but he did end up offering me a job and a house to live in. I moved in that same day and training began.

The first three days were dedicated to healing my mind and body. I didn’t eat food and everyday we would put colloidal silver on my ankle to heal a staff infection I had developed. After I had healed we knocked doors for solar sales and things became somewhat normal besides the ohms in public places. I would wake up and exercise, meditate, and read. It was progressive and I was loving life. Training eventually came to an end and I had to leave the house. I went into the woods. 

I drove the jeep out past Hanna where I knew if an ahowaska ceremony that took place every month. The jeep could only go so far and the walk was long and wet. Showing up dripping I found Anti to ask if I could participate in the ceremony. She told me that there they were already overbooked and could not fit me in, I should have called to get on the list. Leaving I was sad that I had came so far to be turned away so easily. Right as I was about to leave one of the farm workers found me. He told me that if I could find some work to be done around the farm and kept my head down I might be able to get in. One of the girls needed help picking flowers and we went skipping through the fields to pick. Later I asked Anti if there had been any cancelations. She looked at me and said “I am going to go ahead and say no. There is just not enough room. Remember to get on the list next time and, try not to take it personally.”

I took it personally and made for the long walk home. My jeep broke down on the road home and after spending the night in the back seat I packed up and hitched my way out of Hanna leaving the jeep behind. 

I write this passage from an old and run down bus that has been refashioned to be a lounge for the workers of the farm. We wake up early and work until sunset two days a week. Most of what we build is for the party in October and I am working on sleeping in the dome but first it must be built. 

It feels right here. The people are far out and more real than anything I have found this far. This chapter of my life will look and feel like a fairy tail and I can’t wait to see how it unfolds. 

I am batman

Why is batman so great? I mean the guy doesn’t have any superpowers and only ever fights to save one city, never the world let alone the universe. There is a reason why batman chirps on my heart strings and that is because the focus of the sirese is on how strong can a man can be. Batman sees Gotham city as himself and can take whatever load the city will ask him to take. This is because he is batman, and batman is strong. 

The theft that happened at the zipline came back to bite yesterday. I was at a Grateful Dead show down at Charlie’s in Paia and I ran into all the old guys that I used to work with. It was the first time that we met face to face since the theft and most of them were still looking for recompense. I made it a point to talk to each of them and soon I found myself encircled by five of them outside the bar. There were plenty of people around so I was not too afraid of getting my ass kicked and I was not going to cower because of a false accusations. 

They could see my resolve and they attempted to take it out of me through psychological warfare which I would not let take a hold of me. I am a strong. At another point durning the night I found myself walking up to their territory of the bar and dancing to “box of rain” right in front of them. In my mind this was a “can’t we all just dance and forget about this nonsense message” but to some of them it might have looked a bit more like “I stole from you and now I am dancing in yo face” kind of message. 

For the record: I stole nothing from them. I am responsible for bringing the person who did steal from them onto the premise and for that I am guilty but never would I steal from another person. 

The night ended and I walked out of the bar with a beautiful woman, and I was happy and winning. 

The following day my new roommates and I adventured all over Maui. We skinny dipped in the mermaid pools, we pick mushrooms near Hanna, we sang and ate coconuts from the trees. As the sun was setting we find ourselves on the beech dancing within a drum circle. I could not plan a better day than that if you asked me to. 


 As we were leaving one of the meatier headed zipliner (not an actual employee of the zipline but only a friend) who had been part of the posy to confront me the night prior at the bar goes to approach my new friends. He congratulates them on their upbeat attitude and introduced himself to each. He then takes the stage and royally calls me a thief right in front of everyone. The hate that came from this man was the most negative energy that I have ever had thrown at me in my life and I would not have anything to do with it. Most of the friends in my group had already heard my side of the story and I wasted no time defending myself to this sick thing before my feet. I shamed him for his misconduct and deception to my friends and he was the first to walk away. The girls in the group where shocked at the amount of hate that had been directed my way and this morning I was asked to leave my place of residence. What amazes me now is my reaction to the person that stole and got me into this predicament. 

I write this post from a coffee shop in Lahina and I know that I will see my friend soon. My friend that has caused me so much misfortune and hard work. For some reason I still believe in this friend. Unlike 99.99999% of people in this world or even on this island, this friend made it past the basic relationship and has become a brother and because of that will believe in this man despite everything that he has put me through. Because he is my brother I will not tell him of all these things that he has put me through. He does not need to be reminded of his past when he too is on the road of change. Why do I do this? Maybe it’s because I too am batman. 

Small kind. 

Out of fire

It was shortly after the first acid trip that life began to spin violently out of control. I can not pin down the exact moment when the spin began but it happened sometime on the Fourth of July when Jayson, the girl and I took acid in the city of Lahina. If I told you we tore shit up it would mean little. 
The Son and I woke up on the beech with the intent to hustle and everything was going our way. Hitch hiking from Paia to Lahina may have taken more time if we drove. The time it takes to start a car and get out of a parking lot would have been a greater amount of time than the time we spent with our thumbs out on the side of the road. After we got to Lahina we made friends with homegirl and spent our day at that 5 star hotel on the beach. We bring up the idea of homegirl taking acid with us and soon after we are sucking paper under the banyan tree. 
Heavy dose of reality, a whirlwind of faces, insights, conversation, and street theatre staring the three amigos. Power trippin hard was I. Nothing was beyond my grasp. It was at the end of the night that we stumbled into old aunties Fourth of July party. After our hostess filled our plates with stale chips and cold ribs I found myself berated by a cackle of drunken aunties. The conquering attitude of which I walked into the party with was taken from me as I said farewell. It was in the last section of our walk did I make a move to kiss homegirl only to find my balls swiftly smashed, figuratively. The deep rooted jolt to my personal security began to express itself and sour the night. Homegirl left. Jayson and I were agitated with each other but in that strange way we had become brothers. We fought and made up and fought only to find that our mental fortitude had been utterly sapped by the events of the night. In the morning I left Jayson asleep under the bush that we passed out beneath. 

A feeble attempt at rebuilding took place over the next week. A seemingly impactful experience with a warrior guru and a trip into the junk food sections of the super market. The downward spiral had begun and a blind eye I had turned. 
A night that I had nothing to do Jayson had no trouble convincing me to head to Lahina for round two. Again we sat under the banyan tree keeping the handshake under our tongues. This time was different. This time was strange and I was unprepared for a disturbed reality. I watched helplessly as my friend grew in stature to take the lead. Knowing the rules of engagement I followed the brave fool throughout the town knowing that for this man there were no limits and that jail was a real possibility, however he had something that I did not, he had strength. It was a wild blur of a night climaxing as we borrowed a canoe and attempted to take on the ocean only to tip ten feet from shore. 
Back at my jeep, all of our stuff wet, Jayson’s phone unable to turn on, as the sun was rising we finally had rest. Tired as we were it was here that we made our fatal mistake. We left Jayson’s backpack leaning on the outside of the car. All of his possessions were in that pack. When we awoke it was gone. He was destroyed. 

I can be cold and even crewel at times but for a true friend I will sacrifice body and mind. Buying lunch was nothing. I invited him along as I did daily errands to keep him company as he went through his darkest moments. “Now everything must be take” I remember him saying. We traveled across the island to an old job to pickup a moped I had left in their possession. As I exchanged pleasantries with my ex coworkers Jayson invaded the lunchroom. Behind their backs I saw him go through backpacks and empty wallets. I excused myself and addressed Jay about the theft in private. “Put it back or walk from here” I told him. He walked. I was left to deal with my coworkers. At this time most of them still won’t talk to me, some of them want to fight me, and never did I get the moped back. 
The word broken is when one should be angry but due to fatigue or even hopelessness the anger is not present. 
I slept in the back seat of my jeep that night. The next morning was tour guide training and the team was meeting up to hike the legendary Haleakala creator. Seeing the team I forgot all about the nights before. We split into two groups. The boss’ group started from the top to hike down the mountain while my group started from the bottom to hike up the mountain. The idea was to meet in the middle so that we could exchange car keys and meet back up at the end, but we never saw the other group. Near the end of our hike I decided to sprint ahead with the keys so that I could hitch down the mountain to the car and bring the car to the top to pick up my friends. I did all of this before they finished their hike. Once we had all joined forces in the car we then needed to decide what to do about boss. I convinced my friends that because we had no idea if the boss was even on the mountain that we should go to the nearest bar and wait for him to call us over a beer. No one said no and I had the keys so we went. Half way to the bar we get a call from the boss. I whip a shitty and drag race to pick him up. It still took about 20 minutes. Pulling into the parking lot I can see he is mad. As I get closer I can see that he is beyond mad. My mind takes control and I go cold and rational. 
Boss- Where the fuck have you shits been, and why are you driving?! (Pointing at me)

Me- I’m sorry boss, we didn’t know where you were. 

Boss- You are so fucking stupid I can’t even believe and you know what, YOUR FIRED!

Me- In that case you owe me 140 dollars. 

Boss- I don’t owe you shit, get out of the front seat. 

I slip into the back seat as he gets I front. 

Me- Technically and legally you do. 

Boss- Don’t fuck with me, I will kill you. 

Me- You don’t have the balls. 

Boss- Get out of the car!

Me- No

He gets out and attempts to open my door while I hold down the lock. He runs to the other side of the car, grabs my backpack and whips it into the street. I still do t get out. He starts the car and drives over my back pack and as we are about to leave the parking I open the door to leave. As I get out of the car I front kick his tail light (my one slip from sagacity).

Boss- have a nice ride asshole.

I am left in the parking lot on top of a mountain with nothing but my backpack. 
Flash forward to a dream of a boy working on a great Roman war ship. The boy and a crew of men are commissioned to draw in a statue of the general which has been placed on the bow of the boat. The men pull the rope as one while the boy pulls whimsically. The boat is getting closer to shore and the statue is in danger of breaking on the rocks. Moments before the statue is smashed the boy gives a great pull in a show of strength that outdoes all other men and statue is safe. One of the men in the crew takes the boy aside and with a club smashes the boys skull in. 
Flash forward, I walk somberly down the mountain. With my thumb I asked passing cars for a ride down the mountain. It was not long before a man pulled to the side and I got in. We exchange the basics and soon I relate the story of the enraged boss who left me on top of the mountain. It was here, through the man who drove me down the mountain that I learnt to climb once again and the downward spiral was stopped. 
The man who drove me down the mountain turned out to be a master in Kung Fu and even offered classes (much to expensive for me) on self defense. Kung Fu, he explained, is about avoiding negative energy. Not only negative energy in the form of a fist flying at your face but also other sorts of negative energy such as a vengeful ex girlfriend or whatever. It’s all about redirection and reflection which is less tiring what with not having to take on everything that comes your way. There are times when you will be cornered he said, and these are the times when we do what we were born to do. These are the times to kill he explained. 
I left his car and returned to my jeep. I decided then that it was time to start a different kind of life on the other side of the island in Lahina. It was in Lahina that I met Fred. 

The road to Hana 

This is a picture from the road to Hana on the island of Maui in Hawaii. The road to Hana is not for the faint of stomach. It bends up and down the east side of Haleakala mountain and visitors will need to slow down, speed up, dodge oncoming cars, and drive next to cliffs of which a fall is certain death of which there have been many. Despite this hundreds of people drive the road everyday. Most of these people rent a car and drive strait through, maybe they listen to a audio tour if they’re astute. There is a better way than what the tourists think and I will tell you exactly the best way it can be done. 

On Friday morning you will need to create a group of two girls and one guy from the people of Paia. This shouldn’t be too hard or take too long as the people of Paia are extremely friendly and half of them are willing to drop all responsibilities on a dime if it means going for a worthy adventure. After you have made your group you will want to start to hitch hike down the Hana highway. This is far superior than driving because you will meet amazing people hitching and, who the fuck has the balls to hitch?

After a few hours you should reach Hana. This is where you will spend the night so it’s time to get comfortable. Go for a walk, talk with locals. Redsand beech is around the corner but good luck finding it without a guide.  Redsand is rather spooky to be honest as if it’s a valley of the gods and mortals do not belong. Probably a good spot to camp. 

It’s now Saturday morning. Your mission is to get to the bamboo forest and Seven Sacred Pools. If your thrifty and invite enough strangers your group will have grown to a party and you can now march up the mountain and into the bamboo forest leading an entourage of able bodied adventurers.  

After your party has reached the surprise at the top and you head back down the mountain set up camp at Seven Sacred Pools campground. When the night time comes some one in your group is going to have a guitar and someone else is going to have alcohol. Use these tools to attract other campers in the area and expand the party. If you are both loud and belligerent others will come.Maybe you will meet a farm boy that lives near and you can have a bonfire on the cliffs. 

Sunday morning comes and it’s time to make your way to Cafe Attitude. Get there early and you can sauna all day. At night the cafe does dinner and a talent show. This is the time to get socially ambitious. There are brilliant and famous people at caffee attitude. I’m talking millionaires, rock stars, and possibly even a model or two. Find them, get to know them, and do whatever it takes to party with them. 

From this point onwards the party is out of control and you will be on an unpredictable adventure of a lifetime. You will be with the coolest people in the world in the coolest place in the world. Everywhere you go there is a waterfall, go skinny dipping. A mountain side, have a picknick. A cow pasture, pick mushrooms or maybe go swimming in a billionaires to pool.