Vacation Horror Story

It was the summer of 2004 that I remember the episode my friends and I like to call "Shanghai-ed In High Tide." My friends and I had just finished with high school graduation and we wanted one last hurrah, one last get-together of one more memorable adventure with all of us together before we parted our separate ways and went to our own colleges across the United States.

My friend Eric had a pen pal in Hong Khong who he had written to profusely over the year and since none of my friends had been to China before or anywhere else outside of the United States for that matter, we decided to roll the dice and take the trip. Why not, we said. What do we have to lose? Before you could say the words, "I told you so" the answer we were about to find out was "plenty."

Off we went on July 3 of 2004 on our trip to China. I went with three of my closest friends, Joe, Eric, and Rob and we searched for new memories to share for the rest of our lives. By the time we came back we had a very tale tall indeed that few people believe and to this day I have a hard time believing myself.