Thinking at Buba

I’m not sure why I’ve never been to Buba before? The folks in Mount appear to have been keeping the place a well hidden secret all these years. Trying to choose between a sweaty, cigarette stale night at Onyx and sitting on the beach with some friends is like trying to choose between a Singaporean style kidney caning or a luxurious full body massage from Eva Longoria. Maybe I should have listened to N when she used to invite me to sit on Mount Beach instead of pickling my liver and smoking my lungs at Clancys all those years ago. 

I don’t want to step into a club for the rest of my stay here, just sit on the beach and try and work up the courage to not think and just do. Forget about consequences, timelines, commitment issues, feelings and all that jazz that complicates life, just jump. I just don’t understand why the boys (and some of the girls) prefer to sit inside what looks like a mini jungle for the singular purpose of having a drink, either my liver finally got through to my brain or I’ve matured a bit. Eh, growing up aside, Buba is a place I would highly recommend and sitting on the beach and staring at the ocean the best activity to do there, having a beautiful male or female (depending on which way you swing of course) next to you is helpful as well.

 

I do hope I get to go there again before I leave, and next time, no thinking. Just eyes closed and hop into the deep, cold, dark end without a lifejacket.