A Slice of My Travels!

Alright guys, I'm pretty bored after rugby training tonight and thought i'd be pro-active and write on this blog! First of all, in my opinion blogs are useually for pedophiles and rapists. Or guys with horn rim glasses, comb over and hard on talking to people in chat rooms. I never thought i'd actually start one but can see how it can help all of us ''trainee journalists'' write about anything and everything that goes on either in our heads (Ben) or around us!
I've read pretty most of my fellow students blogs and am pretty impressed. They all entertain and it's interesting to read about peoples opinions and thoughts (again Ben).
I have nothing that you guys would be interested in to write about so when i sat down i wasn't sure what i should write about. So to give you all an insight about my life and what i do i thought i'd use some material about my time living in Dominican!
I lived and worked in the Dominican Republic two years ago, it was fucking epic. I met some friends for life and saw part of the world i never thought i would have. But the most important thing i took away from my trip wasn't the sense of how lucky we all are not living in a third world country, but my memories of the mischief me and my mates got up to. If you're sensative and easily offended you've probably stopped reading by now but if not continue!
My job title was Activities Instructor. I ran loads of activities for all age groups including raft building, high rope work, canoeing, basketball, sea scooters, snorkling aswell as kids clubs and shizzney! The team i worked with were from all over the place (all over England that is) except for Afro Joe who was a local Dominican. He had an afro. Thats why we called him Afro Joe.
Joe and I, along with two other activity instructors, Chris and Marcus from Manchester, lived together in an apartment complex called Club on the Green. As you can imagine, four lads in a flat together was complete carnage and the place resembled ground zero on September the 12th 2001 for the whole six months we were there. Joe wasn’t actually meant to live there, as he was a Dominican and lived in the city, but we loved him enough to let him stay in our crib. It was getting in such a mess I was getting pissed off with everything. The thing that pissed me off the most was Marcus’s Quevo wrappers littered all over the place. Quevos are a sandwich type thing you could by in the city for 20pesos (about 25pence). They were amazing, but tasted like they had meat in. But they didn’t, which was curious. The wrappers were everywhere, and I hit the roof when I found three stuffed in the DVD player. Funny though!
I told Marcus to clean his shit up. But he refused on the grounds he found it funny when I’m pissed off. It got so bad I collected all his fucking wrappers and but them in a pile in front of the TV. It was then a game of who could hold out longer before someone put the pile in the bin. We’re all pretty stubborn. It was getting worse as well, we were all adding to it. Pizza boxes, burger boxes, beer bottles, rum bottles, crisp packets and more Quevo wrappers. It got so bad it was practically blocking the whole TV. In retrospect, we were a bunch of idiots as it was attracting rats and cockroaches by the thousand, and keeping me up at night.
Three weeks in I’d had enough. We were all watching half of the TV when I declared to Marcus, ‘If you don’t clean that shit up, I’m gonna take a dump on the floor.’ It got a huge laugh, but Marcus replied, ‘Funny mate, but you’re not even stupid enough to do that.’ In protest I realised I would have to follow through with my threat. So, the boys looked in disbelief as I squatted in front of them, downed my shorts and curled out a Cleveland steamer onto the pile. Absolute silence ensued. Then laughter. We soon cleaned the flat.
I hope the little story entertained all you readers! I'm getting bored so am gonna go downstairs and hide peoples food! Enjoy.