The Coolest Water Resort EVER!

The World's Greatest Water Resort


History Of The Founder

Some of you may have already heard of my extreme experience where my boat sank and I was stuck on this island for 19 days and surprisingly survived. For me, this mission was about exploring and discovering adventure. Since my near-encounter with death, I spent the last few years traveling the Earth, telling others about my incredible story. Some of the places I most enjoyed traveling to include: Italy, China, Botswana, Hawaii, India, New Zealand, France, and Great Britain.

Getting There

Guests can easily access this remarkable resort via land and sea. Coral, Spotline, Disney, Norweigan, and Carnival Cruiselines all provide easy and affordable access to the resort. We have a seven star airport, Majesta International Airport (MIA,) that carries guests over the ocean to the resort. The major airlines include: Calendar Air, Halfpipe Union Air, Open Bay AirLimelight Air, and Dollar Air.

Accommodations

The world-famous Majesta Park Hotel proudly features 60 different rooms, all with stunning views of the ocean and mountains. A typical room features a king-sized bed, two small mini bars, a Plasma television set, a gleaming wood floor, a crystal chandelier, and an outdoor terrace with wide-open vistas. Room service is provided daily from 4:00 am to 1:00 am. Guests at one hotel are welcome to access the salt-water swimming pools and limestone hot tubs at any of the other resorts. Plus, Randy, our favorite employee, is happy to drive guests to any sports facility at the other hotels anywhere from 10:00 am to 4:00 pm. Guests can enjoy playing on our 18-hole championship golf-course. Some of the world's most famous celebrities, such as Tiger Woods, Madonna and Katy Perry, have all loved playing golf here before.

Water Rides

Welcome to my world-famous water park, home to over 15 exciting rides and an array of different and exceptional amenities. No other water park rides on planet Earth can rival the incredible Water Jumper trampoline, which boosts risk-taking vacationers 310 feet into the air at a heart-stopping speed. Adventure-seeking vacationers can enjoy a death-defying ride down the Cascade-Water Slide, with unheard of corkscrewing twists and turns and a six-hundred foot vertical plummet in the center of the ride. If guests want an extreme rafting experience, they can pay for a raft at the admission office and jump on their own wide-open water raft as they free fall thousands of feet down the Whitewater Raft Mission ride, with mist foaming at their face and gorgeous views of the surrounding Majesta Mountain range broadening before their eyes. The world's tallest luge ride, Boulder Mountain, lets guests experience a gaging dive down a thundering cliff into the Carribbean Sea, with the luge carts being water-proof enough to let them float in the carts all the way to the accommodation area of the resort. Granite Force is an actual roller coaster that plunges down amazingly steep drops and around unworldly spiraling turns and for the last quarter of the ride, rockets around an open boulder before shooting down the track one last time, then reaching ground.

Excursions

Guests shall definitely enjoy an excursion to Majesta Bay Coral Reef. They will be awed at the turquoise butterfly fish, giant clams, sea turtles, mimic octopus, olive sea snakes, manatees, lemon/reef sharks, stingrays, bottle nose dolphins, and red surgeonfish. The magnificently soothing colors of yellow, orange, red, beige and turquoise are all sure to take your breath away at first sight. Our expert world-glass guides are all ready to take you whenever you desire. For a stress free, venturing tour, Debby's Paddle Boat Cruise lets visitors enjoy a peacefully meandering outing around the island with enjoyable scenery of palm-trees, stunning coral reefs, exotic marine life (for instance, manta rays, mimic octopus, yellow-bellied sea snakes, stingrays, whale sharks, and sea turtles), and the Majesta Mountain Range. If guests go at night, they can also see millions of moon jellyfish lighting up the ocean on a torch-lit paddle boat cruise around the lagoon.

Dining

Guests will be astonished by the quality of the resort's culinary specials. Our famous executive chef, Jacque La Rose Senior, who was originally a native of France and studied at the Cordon Bleu, is able to spark fourth-world inventions to typical modern dining. Appetizer highlights feature asparagus tartufo with triple French cream, cherry tomatoes and reduction of Vintage Chardonnay. Diners must also try the artichoke heart salad, comprised with capers, lemon beurre blanc, and sherry-lime dressing. For our main course signature dishes, we proudly feature a tapestry of incredible delicacies from around the world. Our northern Italian special, tagliatelle with parmesan and field mushrooms, is sure to melt in your mouth. If you want Indian cuisine, you'll be stunned with just one taste of the red-bell pepper and curry-spiced basmati rice dish, and in addition, the Floridian flounder is pan seared and bathed in zesty lemon and earthy caper sauce. Fans of gourmet Chinese food will be captivated with just a first glance at the steamed jasmine rice, broccoli, and green-tea infused Asian Shrimp, served with your choice of green-vegetable topping. Finally, those who crave Japanese food will be more than satisfied by a taste of the udon noodle and sweet potato tempura dish, by which they'll be delighted to their heart's content. Dessert people will be swept off their feet by one hit of the decadent chocolate-molten lava cake with strawberry sauce. Proudly imported from Hangzhow, China, are sticky green tea pastries embraced in a circle of huckleberries and gold raisins.

WHY WE DON'T WANT HOMEWORK!

Dear Mr. Debwire,

My name is ____________. I'm writing this letter in support of your decision to eliminate homework at Seven Crosses Academy High School in Birmingham, Alabama. Students are becoming less motivated to attempt the homework that their teachers assign. We'd much rather have control over how we select our homework assignments. We TRULY aren't against having homework assigned- it's just that we would much rather create it for ourselves.

Rather than what the teachers at Seven Crosses believe would interest us, we want to learn about what inspires our interests. For example, I like to learn about marine life, such as the unbelievably stunning nature of killer sea snakes. I'm also passionate about Internet businesses, culinary arts, performing arts, world travel, religion, social behavior, literature, nature, Buddhism and meditation, downhill skiing, and music. In reality, I'll only get two homework assignments every five months that interest me the very most. If I could be in charge of choosing when, how and where to do my homework assignments, that would inspire me more than anything my teachers would be able to do for me. For instance, if I were going fishing, I'd be motivated to do extra work work for a science project (for instance, observing the pollution level in the river or the trout's heartbeat in the natural world rather than in a lab), or if I went skiing, I could do a geography assignment on the terrain, or investigate the incline percentage of the ski slopes for math or physics class.

Most of us either do no homework at all or do the absolute minimum. In reality, no one is being told how much homework to do or when we should do it- so why not have us get ready for the real work by having our teachers not assign homework? Let us do it ourselves- the way we like and in the best ways we know how. We also need to be more independent. This helps us to create our own work too- plus, we need to be creative, participatory, and inventive. Despite the several benefits I already mentioned, I also can hear the critics.

Counter to what I've said, some students, teachers and parents won't agree. It's a fact that some kids require more structure, but they would most certainly enjoy having less pressure dropped on them for one significant reason. Kids should not feel the burden of getting a poor grade; rather they should feel exciting about learning. Now, contrary to everything I just got finished saying, there will always be some kids at Six Crosses who will want and need assigned homework or they will not do anything. These kids never had even had the chance to assign their own homework, because their teachers did it for them ever since they've been in Kindergarten!!!!!

On the whole, Mr. Debwire, I feel we have made a persuasive case to leave out homework assigned by teachers. That's not to say we wish to put an end to homework, it's just that we want to put an end to teachers having control of our work out of school.
Let's have the students become the teachers in their own compelling ways.

Sincerely,
_____________________________

Zermatt vs. Aspen

Hello, blog viewers. This week's entry is about my amazing week in Zermatt and how it compares to my time in Aspen, Colorado, another world-class ski resort. The first thing I noticed about these two five-star ski mountains is that the gradation of the ski runs was favorably different in Zermatt than in Aspen. The easiest runs were labeled blue in Zermatt (but they were actually quite challenging!) The moderate runs, graded as over-your-head red, and the most difficult were marked in black. Overall, the slopes were far more adventurous than in Aspen. Compared to Aspen, where a lot of the intermediate runs were fairly manageable, that wasn't the case in Zermatt, because the moderate slopes are not for the faint of heart. For example, a run I observed off the Piste 29 called Internationzle appeared to be the equivalent of a diamond run at Aspen Mountain, first, because it was steep and second, it was icy-slick and quick as lightning. My favorite run was a red run at Gornergrat that was steep, wide and fast, and I tore it up like a rollocking white water raft on the Colorado River! Another heart-racing hill was the red run down from Rothorn, which was steep, curvy, and wide, and fast as a racing roller coaster ride! There was also a challenging long red from the gondola that corkscrewed like a crazy slithering serpent, and was as powerful as a thunderstorm on a hot summer's day. And for all you die-hard expert skiers reading this blog, you will fall in love with the heart-stopping expert slopes of Zermatt and a whole lot more.

If you're still thirsty for adventure, you won't be disappointed by Zermatt's vast variety of expert runs. For example, the National run is a slope strictly for the experts that will water the mouths of the highest-ranking skiers. And another black run (also off of Run 29) seemed to be fast, steep and great for quick radius turns (if those are what you're into carving.) Skiers will also enjoy the black run not far from the top of Rothorn, which seems like a deceptively challenging run at first, but then suddenly the moguls appear as huge as the skyscrapers in New York City, and the headwalls are as sheer as the shafts of ice at the edge of an immense glacier. Your heart race will race faster than you as you carve your way down the mountain on this epic traverse run. Plus, if you're hunting for adventures off the beaten path, there's a lot of untamed powder snow in the trees, or it's not hard to find dreamy moguls down the center of off piste sections, while staying on trail. The best place to discover that is Gornergrat. What makes it worth it is the swaths of amazing expert terrain that you normally can't find at places like Aspen. After you've finished conquering the mountain, you'll probably be craving an equally amazing meal.

For super expert skiers, one special feature is the extremely long black run off the Northwest side of Gornergrat, with unprecedented 39-degree precipices that make the off-piste trails seem like child's play. Also, the Rifflealp gondola, as mentioned in the beginning of this article, serves a long, heart-stopping twisting run for experts only, with unworldly steeps and razor-thin switchbacks that hurtle as fast as a Mustang Racer. No bailouts exist, and the entire run is so treacherous and uneasy that it could make the National Run look like a cruise in one's sleep. Another killer run is Internationzle, which dives into a deep, thick, skinny, endless forest at the end with no way out. The long run down to Furi is a narrow, winding run that goes as fast as a mountain lion, with one very steep dip in the center that blazes at the speed of a NASA rocket. Lastly, the Piste 29 is an unbearably rocky, steep, turning run with outstandingly plummeting ledges off to either side.

A marvelous treat for all skiers is the hour-long descent into Italy. The near-expert red run, Highway 7, is a seemingly endless slope with sheer drops to gush down as fast as an eagle preparing to take maximum flight, and knifing turns to carve your way around faster than sound. You will be rewarded

For the apres ski, treat yourself to the dreamy food at L'Amante. Your taste buds are in for a treat because of the marvelous array of choices on their menu of Italian food, not to mention an extensive wine list.

If you’re seeking the best tasting and highest quality Italian food in Zermatt, look no further than L'Amante. Owners Kevin Cleary and his wife, Kathy ensure that all tastes will be more than satisfied with just one look at the deliciously creative menu. On the appetizer list, there are plenty of exquisite choices from the crispy, wafer-thin la crosta margherita that's bathed in rich, oozing mozzarella and fresh basil. Another specialty is the earthy squash blossom fritters served with a crunchy tempura-style batter, melt-in-your-mouth taleggio cheese, and topped off in sweet honey. The only caveat is that if you’re there in a certain season, certain items may not be available.

For an entree, customers can choose from several delectable homemade pastas nestled in tasty sauces. The ricotta ravioli is just simply remarkable. With its fresh, floury ravioli noodles, creamy ricotta cheese, and crispy, delicate eggplant, this dish will knock diners out of their world. If you’re in the mood for poultry or fish, several great options await. Kevin’s signature dish, sea bass with citrus butter sauce and potatoes, is highlighted with a zesty, sweet lemon buerre blanc and crunchy potatoes arranged meticulously carefully on top. Served beneath this award-winning dish is a medley of fresh spinach. If you like chicken, you won’t believe your taste buds the minute you bite into the succulent chicken paired with buttery mashed potatoes and broccoli rabe. Enjoy!

Third Week

Day 12: I go into the water to search for shellfish. My stomach felt as hungry as a howling coyote. I step into the reef, and use the backpack as a net for catching fish. I try and scoop up prawns, clams, and grouper, and I manage to catch quite a bit. Believe it or not, I caught more than I imagined!!!!!!!! However, when I was least expecting it, out of the blue this huge mass of purple and violet came bursting straight towards me like the speed of a bullet train. I thought it was a huge jellyfish, since I had no way of knowing what it was, I assumed off the top of my head that it was venomous. I bolted for the beach, but before I knew it, this thing, which I named the violet lined squid, had stung me on the leg before I was aware of it. Though I could barely feel the initial impact, when I got back to shore, I noticed my leg was swelling up like a hot air ballon and it was throbbing like the heartbeat of a thunderous sky. I knew this thing had bit me, but I didn't know whether I was going to perish as a result. I started thinking right away of my mother, who one day in New York, got hit by a reckless cab driver who hit her and she thought she would die, but thank god she was able to get to the hospital, where they cleaned her up and put her under care for six weeks. She survived, but the journey was very hard- she had to get several blood injections, a bone doctor had to saw her rib off and stitch the area where it was missing, and if she could it, maybe I could survive this potentially fatal sting. My mom helped me even though she was miles from where I was.

Day 13: Woo! The swelling is still bad, but it wasn't as painful as when I had actually got bitten by this animal in the water. I've wrapped that T-shit I found in the backpack around my leg as a tourniquet, in order to reduce the pain and swelling and avoid death. I realize that I threw up a little in the night, but without any blood or serious side affects. I seem to be recovering- maybe that sting wasn't so bad after all, or it was from a little violet-lined squid who can't inject me with a lethal dosage of poison from its mysterious tentacles. I heard a buzzing from my ear, which sounded like an electric razor, and it started to get pretty loud. I turned around to see what it was. I was exhilarated- that thing was an airplane! I jumped up and down like an infany kangaroo, overjoyed that there was some sign of rescue. I made a lightning fast dash to the cd, then hold it up to the sunlight to create a flash that would signal the airplane. It doesn't turn, and I know the pilot doesn't see me. If it at least flew through the skies, I felt optimistic that it would come by again.

Day 16: The weather is stunningly gorgeous- clear skies, soft breeze, majestic sunrise of magenta, clear-blue crisp water, and I see dolphins jumping around. I think it'll be a great day. I leap into the water at the speed of an F1 race car, but just after 10 minutes of swimming in the water, I notice the dolphins are swimming towards the shore; I immediately figure that there's something going after them, about to attack. I feel maybe I'll get attacked too, since I'm in the direct path. I look below and it's clear water, so I see what's beneath. If the conditions were gloomy, then I wouldn't have been able to spot what was below- to my amazement, I see what looked like a pack of 7 million LETHAL banded sea snakes (aah!) I'm in a hysterical panic that I'll get bitten but I have a proactive strategy not to get bitten. I pretend that I'm one of them. With the strength of one thousand fiery tigers, I swim for the shore, realizing I am in the race of my life. However, one of the sea snakes wraps itself around my ankle and injects me through its fangs into my achilles tendon, and I automatically know that I'm done for. I have this race against time- I have only 72 hours to live at most, and if I do not get help, I know I'm dead and it will be the end.

Day 19: I have been dreaming that I feel trapped in my own body like a caged tiger in the zoo, and yet around me I can hear voices- which I haven't heard for three weeks. I can hear them, but I can't respond back to them. I see my family in front of me, trying to reach out to me and help me survive, but I can't reply to them. In my mouth I taste salty sand, and before I know it, my eyes open like a curtain rising on a stage. It's a bold night, with ten million clear stars in the sky. I see a man in a yellow jacket standing above me, the mouth movements say, "are you okay"? However, I don't a word that he says. He picks me up effortlessly and transports me to his boat. I'm a ghost, without any feeling or knowing of what's going on. I can breath and see, but that's it. I start to doubt whether I'm even alive, considering how serious the bite from the sea snake was. My eyes begin to close, and the next time I open them, I find myself awake in a room full of white walls.

Majesta Survival- Week Two

Day 8 (12:45 pm)- I've learned to tell the time of day by the position of the Sun. I haven't seen any signs of rescue- no ship, no plane, no boat, no helicopter, or ANYTHING! I'm starting to lose hope of survival. It's so strange- I'm on a gorgeous island, the water is crystal-drenched blue, the sun is shining, palm trees pulsating in the wind, but I feel helpless. This is when I start to think about all these great people who have survived a great deal before, and this gives me more hope for the way I'll survive now. I think of my sister, Stacy, who persevered through her diabetes, which she was born with. Compared to her struggle, maybe mine isn't quite that bad at this moment. I also think of Uncle Matthew, my godfather who battled through his kidney and heart disease and living with just one lung. I think of the path he took to becoming a strong, successful person and the ways in which the journey he went on will help give me the courage to survive. These recollections have motivated me to build a raft from driftwood.
I'm going to lash it together with tight creepers that are growing all over the ground.

Day 9 (10:00 pm)- I open up my eyes and I see a BOLD tsunami of angry blackness on the horizon coupled with silver lightning streaks. The wind on the water gushed toward the shore at the wild pace of a black Mustang race car. All of a sudden, a palm tree branch falls down on me and knocks the life OUTTA ME!!!!! When I regained consciousness, my right leg is pinned to the ground. I see a big branch, and it's preventing me from moving. I cannot escape it. Soon enough I get reminded of Aron Ralston, who got his arm pinned by a rock in Blue John Canyon. He was an expert, and I'm just a newcomer. I thought maybe that if he could do it all by himself, that perhaps I might be able to as well. One thing I know about myself is that even when I am under pressure, I can remain stable and calm. With Aron's story on my mind, I close my eyes and begin to wiggle myself back a forth with the power of a hundred lightning bolts. Thanks to god, I was able to get my leg free. I crawled back to higher ground.

Day 10 (9:00)- Today was a feast day. The skies are sunny, I'm beaten of hunger and thirst and I decide to search for things to eat and drink that could have washed up from the tsunami. To my astonishment I see fish washed up all over the place. I decide to wait and start a fire. I decided to gather them all up to start a fire. I find a children's metal beach pale washed up on the shore, and start to think about the possible uses of it. Maybe catch some fresh water, use it as a seat, or perhaps try and catch a small fish with it. I walk another fifty yards, and to my surprise, I see a North Face backpack washed up on shore. I unzip the backpack, and this is what I found. I find an open raspberry nutrigrain bar, and decide to eat it savagely. I also found:

-An old CD by Avril Lavigne
-An iPod that's been waterlogged
-A water bottle
-An old T-Shirt that says, "I love rattlesnakes"
-A few nickles and some loose change floating around in there

I think of the possibilities of the uses for each of things to help me get rescued.

Day 11 (8:00 pm)- The nights are dark and warm, so the warm gives me a sense of comfort. Plus, before it gets really dark, the beautiful sunsets give my heart a sense of inspiration to get myself out of harm's way. The other good thing is that I've survived this far and feel more hopeful that I'll get rescued.

First Week

Two or three weeks of sailing in the tropics, my boat sunk and I was stranded on a desert island for four and a half weeks, I was quite resourceful and managed to survive by myself even though I was only thirteen years old. After, I was contacted by Travel-Mania magazine co-op, because they wanted to feature my riveting story in their world-renowned magazine. Here I will share you my survival story, from when a hammerhead shark almost attacked me alive to when I was about to be pierced by a swarm of white-tailed scorpions, one of which'll kill you from just one really painful sting.

Day 1. I was pulsating through silver-clearwater ocean, soon a riveting dark-gray thunderstorm appeared on the horizon, I felt as scared as a mouse being chased by a toxic rattlesnake, I started to swim towards a luminous shadow.

Day 2. I swam ten hours towards Majesta Mountain, a 500-foot peak above the Caribbean! I'm started to swim with all my might, I have a moderate lining of hope, I hope I don't get bitten by a lethal blue-ringed octopus mollusk.

Day 3. I'm exhausted, I'm clinging to life like a desperate heartbeat, I'm almost there and all of a sudden, out of the blue, a hammerhead darts towards me like a firework blowing up! I HAMMERED it with the strength of one-million mountain lions! It'd all happened within the blink of an eye and I escaped within an inch of my life!

Day 4. I explode with passion as I make it out of the water, the sand feels like nails in my skin, but the important thing is I'm happy to be back on the land. I see brilliant indigo skies above swirling palm trees. I take a long nap under the welcoming shade of a palm-tree. When I woke up, I was dying of thirst, so I climbed up a 10-foot palm tree with all my might left and I grabbed a cluster of heavenly tropical-coconuts. I pierced them by banging them on a precipitous cliff at the end of the shoreline, I almost fell over, but I managed to hold on for dear life.

Day 5. I made a fire by rubbing rocks, my hands slightly blistered and it took my almost one-hour to get the flame burning. In the end, rubbing failed, so I banged them instead. The spark caught the driftwood. I felt overjoyed to be back to have the warmth of a campfire and the accomplishment of survival. For dinner, I toasted a little squid that had washed up on land. When I go to sleep on this gloomy night, I collect more driftwood and made it into a fort.

Day 6. When I wake up, fifteen deadly scorpions I had invented (white-tail scorpions) that are crawling on my skin like fleas on a dog. I kill them by slithering towards the fire and they die from breathing the smoke, then I threw them in the fire and the smell of all those dead white-tail scorpions kept bugs away. In the afternoon, I take a nap by a palm-tree, but this deadly rattlesnake that had crawled through the bushes secretly, called an Arizona black-spined rattlesnake, was about to inject me with its nasty poison. Instead, I squeezed the life out of it and threw it into the sea. It almost stopped my heart with its bite, but instead I killed IT, then I threw its lifeless body into the sea and a blue-ringed octopus stung it through its tentacles and ate it for supper.