Welcoming committee

This guy is as long as my middle finger. He did not like getting his photo taken and expressed his distaste by flying at my face. I may or may not have started jumping around and swatting at myself like I was deranged. My teammates are now pretty sure I'm out of my mind.

On the ferry the guys were having a great laugh about how funny our accent is. We told them it goes both ways and they finally understood why I still have no idea what's going on half the time.

And to all you haters who thought I would blow chunks for sure: I didn't even come close to yaking. Booyah!