Near Death Peeing

So it was our list night on Manta Ray Island. Our favorite spot that we went to. Part of its magic is the palce and the other is the poeple we were with. We had great friends traving together, great owners of a virtually green operation, and local villagers that could not stop smiling if their lives depended on it.
About fifteen of us decided to get on the piss (drink) after we were called in for celebratory shots for the studens of the graduating scuba rescue course. The group included travelers, the young Aussie owner of the island resort, dave masters, and off duty employees of the resort. Never before and never again will I do so many shots of Zambuca (white and black) or QF's (quick fucks => madori+zambuca+bailey's = YAK!!).
Anyway, this all led to very bad dancing, extremely bad singing, and even worse decision making. One idea I had was that this would be a great time to go for a late night snorkle on the reef that ran through the bay of the island. That one was shot down by the dive instructor quickly. The next however did not. I was told that if you hopped over the railing off of the back of the Bure in which we were partying, walked to the top of the small hill (only a few meteres), there was a perfect place for a young man as myself to take a pee with a few to boot. So as agaile as I lept the railing like I was freaking spiderman. However without his skills, magic, and ability to see in the dark almost took a digger right then and there. All signs that I should have made a trek down to the bathrooms by the beach. But no, I am determined that this is a far batter option.
So I make my way up the hill and look across the small plataue at the top to a chair sitting on the edge of a cement landing (base for the water storage facilities). Looks like a smoth flat safe path. Right!! In fact there was no ground between me and that chair. With one step I found myself sliding face first on my belly down a very steep bank until I hit and grabbed onto a tree about ten yards down from the start pint. Trying to gather myself I clawed my way to the top, dusted myslef off, took the intended pee and rejoined the party. Covered in dirt and grass stains, I got many laughs and questionable looks from my friends. The best part of that was the one giving me the most crap did it himself about ten minutes later.
The next day I went back to the spot to see what happened and as a result I saw what almost got ugly. I slid about halfway down to the ledge of a cliff that was no less than 6-7 stories. Oh well, what can you do? Still alive and kicking to tell the story. Just watch your step when taking a pee while on the piss!