Our situation had all the elements of a horror movie except of course for the creature, the screams and the bloody remains!

We walked for close to an hour down a deserted road through the jungle/desert with no signs of life. Fearless thanks to the cold beers that washed down our BBQ back at the party, we pressed on. We could still hear the music playing in the distance, but the road that we were on was not going down hill to the beach anymore - instead leading us farther and farther away from where we wanted to go... no more cabs came by, no more street lights, no life at all... and we had no interest in turning around and walking all the way back up!

Armed only with small flashlights, we continued on... debating at each dark fork in the road... finally we saw a gate in the darkness and I approached to ask an equally dark figure for directions... As I got close, he closed the gate - not a good sign... Through the steel bars, I asked him where the beach was and he said that we could go back and take a right down a pitch black road or... you can cut through this "place." Now we were very close to a perfect horror movie plot... "6 sailors lost at... "land!"

We elected to cut through the gated compound and continue on. It eventually led us to a resort - that we cut through to get to the beach and found our dinghies! We made it.