Pirates of the Caribbean

An old weather-worn door catches your eye. As you approach it, you hear the sounds of the sea, carousing, and partying on the other side, mixed with the strong odor of salt and rum. You don't even have to look at the name on the door in order to figure out where the door mounted on half pin barrel hinges leads to.

Even before your eyes adjust to the light after you push the door open, you clearly see that you're in Tortugua. Revelers and pirates intermingle with the wenches freely and you hear the occasional musket shot firing into the air as well as the bells from ships in the port.

The odor is a mixture of old booze, puke, and sweat, reminding you very much of most of the party houses you hit in college. With a step through the door, you are in one of the side-streets looking out at what looks like Mardi Gras without all the damn floats or music.