You don't need these speed bumps mate!

We were told to head towards the beach and the good bars would be evident there. We walk up and found a bar with a long line out the door. We knew it was going to be the perfect place for a rowdy bunch of Americans like us. This bar called The Wharf had a casino, a lounge, an outside smoking area, a dance floor, a raging area with black lights and techno music, 3 bars, and an upstairs you had to pay to enter. I knew it was going to an early night for me since I was waking up a 5:00 to go run the half marathon.

Libby and I met some Australian boys who were obsessed with our accents. We decided to milk the American thing for the first time and hoped that it would benefit us. It turns out that a bunch of them were there for a bachelor's party but the groom-to-be and the best man passed out before making to the bar. They were insisting on us joining them, but we wanted our guy friends to hang with us as well. They welcomed them with open arms and started ordering shots for everyone and a mixed drink to go along with it. They started chanting that everyone needed to chug their drinks. Jon happily grabbed his drink when the Australian took it from his hands. He took out the ice cubes of drinks and said to Jon, "you don't need these speed bumps mate! now chug!" It was possibly one of the funniest things to witness. Since I was not drinking that night, 1:00 am rolled around and I walked back to the hostel with Stephen. Everyone stayed at the bar until 2:30 am.

My night after the bar consisted of freezing my butt off in the hostel, and only sleeping in 20 minute increments. Between my phone going off every other minute, the rest of the clan coming into the hostel, and others being loud, I didn't really fall asleep until around 3 am. That is when our new friends from the bar decided to call me to sleep in our hostel. I was not going to let a bachelor party sleep in our hostel. It was already crammed in there, not to mention we didn't even know these guys. And I had to wake up in two hours at this moment. Kiley got overly hyper at this moment when I was trying to talk these guys into buying a hotel room. She started pelting us with crispy M&M's which proceeded to cover our room. It was then that Libby chose to share the best piece of information from the entire night. "Oh the guys got their tab at the end of the night. It was $1483." FIFTEEN HUNDRED DOLLARS spent at a bar, which I did not have one drink of. FIFTEEN HUNDRED DOLLARS which not one of us paid a penny for. This might be the greatest country I have ever been to.