all of this belongs to michael lee chen, local boy turned billionaire, one of the richest men in thedinner. >> let's have some rum. >> sounds like a plan. the drink is in order. >> cheers, mate. ♪ >> a lot of crab holes. this time of year, port antonio is literally crawling with crabs, i'm told. lit be really easy. just scoop up the little bastards, then it's back to the pool. >> hot. >> it's sweltering, freaking hot and dark. >> find something? >> yeah, yeah. >> awesome. >> but it doesn't seem to bother the hotel chefs who willingly risk dismemberment for the sake of procuring dinner. >> where are your friends? >> one crab down, 49 left to go. i'm frankly anxious to get this over with, so when the opportunity arises to stick my paw down in a hole where there's a pissed off crab, i could care less. are those fire ants? wonderful. please attack my nut sack. anything to get this over quickly. i don't want to kill the little guy. >> nice one. >> what seemed like several sweltering hours later is mission accomplished and time to get ready for dinner at the castle, followed by a party, i'