Somehow, I managed to organize a cliff tour, but had no idea on how to get there. Thankfully, Ian (second from the right) offered his indispensable services as a tour guide.

One of the spectacular views of the cliffs and beaches.

Three Toronto girls we hung with for a few days.

The intrepid explorer surveys the landscape.

We couldn't stop until we reached the fabled giant asparagus (actually just a type of cactus).

Sasha at the Bad T-Shirt night at Whyte's Bar.

"No, I won't do that with you, even though my T-shirt might imply otherwise."

"We didn't know it was Bad T-Shirt Night."

"The bandanna hides the lobotomy scars."

"Duuuuude!!!"

Hanging with the flyer boys outside of Whyte's.

Do a beer bong and get a tickmark up beside your country on the Beer Bong Board.  I did 3 for my country.

Ian hadn't quite recovered from the grueling cliff hike.

"Sweeeet!!!"  "Duuuuude!!!"

A very nasty shooter that would take too long to describe. It left me coughing and eyes watering.