Diego got lost in translation

We all had to finish off the beers the last night. Diego, bless his young heart, gets lost in translation but keeps smiling.

So we all made plans to head to Indian's Head and follow the walking track up the mountain to watch sunrise. We said to get up at 3:30, head up there and watch the sharks, dolphins, stingrays and turtles. (It was amazing) Anyway, early start and then drive back to camp and pack up and have breakfast afterwards. Good. Happy days.

Karin/Monica woka us all up with a cheering "good morning".

We could hear Diego swearing from the tent next to us.
Diego: Que hora es?
Guille: Three thirty.
Diego: What the fuck!? Who the hell wakes up at three thirty in the morning!!!??? I'm gonna shove a pinapple up her ass, that Norwegian girl. She's fuckin crazy!

Pore thing...

To be fare, he did enjoy the sunrise, and took some amazing pics. I'll try to have him e-mail them to me.