We spent the first part of our trip enjoying the outdoors in a couple of plastic deck chairs. This was unacceptable. So I made a trip down to the local hammock store, did a horrible job of bartering for a "very expensive to make, high quality" Honduran hammock, then took it back to the gazebo, where nearly every connecting knot systematically came undone every time we laid in it.
We eventually got the knots re-tied and were able to settle in to the hammock and experience a state of uninhibited laziness, with a strong focus on watching the waves. One of our most commonly uttered phrases became "I'll be in the hammock..."
A little problem arose because neither of us wanted to get stuck in the plastic chairs, so leaving the hammock for any reason usually meant that it got occupied pretty quickly.
We are married now though, so we overcame our fear of the hammock breaking under our combined weight and learned to share.
We eventually got the knots re-tied and were able to settle in to the hammock and experience a state of uninhibited laziness, with a strong focus on watching the waves. One of our most commonly uttered phrases became "I'll be in the hammock..."
A little problem arose because neither of us wanted to get stuck in the plastic chairs, so leaving the hammock for any reason usually meant that it got occupied pretty quickly.
We are married now though, so we overcame our fear of the hammock breaking under our combined weight and learned to share.
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