Day Five
08/03/2005
This morning I forwent breakfast in favor of sugar-laden coffee and orange juice ( or the closet thing here). Our first dive, Antonio (Josh’s instructor) came with us, so did the rest of the D.M.I.T. nits J, they’re good kids, if a bit spastic. We were invited to attend Shwana’s snorkel test tonight, which is when a newly certified dive master takes a turn in the booze-snorkel (a phrase of my own devising) and is given straight liquor. So tonight we’re heading out to the West End to watch the fun. Every morning Josh’s dad wakes the both of us up with an ‘ode to the place we’re at’ as I call it, I think I might ask him to do a little Shakespeare, it makes me feel less guilty about missing the sunrise J. Our first dive was a place called ‘Fish Soup,’ named so because it has about a bazillion fish in it, around it, and though it. I’m going to put links to all the fish I’ve seen on my live-journal so that everyone else can see them too. Josh’s dad went out for a second dive at 11, but I opted to stay behind and play with the camera, taking about 100 picture of the local crabs, flowers, birds and lizards. I also snapped a few of doing part of his pool work for his dad. We had lunch above the store again, but I don’t know where we’re going to dine for supper. Someplace on the West End, I suppose. Josh’s dad didn’t go with us on the third dive of the day (my second), but admonished Josh to stick to me and me to stick to Mark. This was a drift dive, and we had to get the boat to come pick us up afterwards. Clifton didn’t pilot us this trip, a friend of Mark’s (or a distant relative, not sure which) did. He was a nice guy, we ended up giving him a ride part of the way home. There were two seahorses on this last dive, one red one (solid red) and one greenish one. This dive tired me out, having to fight against the current the whole way. The water was a little cloudy, but not bad. I came across a perfect little garden-flower-like group of fan/tube worms. There was also another huge crab. Doug nearly gave me a heart-attack during our first dive, a barracuda swam by and he rapped me on the shoulder from behind. I nearly peed in my wetsuit J. I’m actually borrowing Melissa’s (Doug’s girlfriend) wetsuit, it’s a back-zip 1mm and actually fits quite well. The dive kids and boat people sing the entire time we’re out and it’s hilarious to hear Mark offering the red-head ‘ladies’ and Shauna’s finger-shaking exclamation of “Now don’t you be offering him ladies!” The red head and Shauna are a steady item, and it’s amusing to watch them play around. I talked to Mum, Dad and Nome last night on the clubhouse phone, everything back home appears to be going swimmingly, and, as e-mail is the only reliable way I have to talk to the family, I was admonished to send more. I’m going to be taking a brief swinging nap in the hammock now and write more when I get back tonight. Josh and I can only make 1last, shallow dive on Saturday, since we’re flying back on Sunday morning , but I am going to use my remaining time to take a full camera of pictures and by some souvenirs for my family………………………………
I can’t figure out if it was because I fell asleep in a hammock or because I’ve spent the last week on a boat, but I woke up sick to my stomach, everything moved, the floor, the bar in the kitchen, the lights, everything… I spent most of the night discreetly in the head, and eating peppermint tic-tacs. We didn’t end up going to the West End with the dive group, but instead stopped at a place called Rick’s American. Apparently it is what passes for a sports bar around here. We were the only people there besides a local couple a table over. The entire staff was female, apparently Rick had a place to come for drinks and look at waitresses, harmless sort of guy with a beer-belly. Doug takes great delight in having someone new to relate childhood stories about Josh to. Josh just sighs, smiles and laughs. It was 10pm, before we left to go home, and because my last boat dive of the day was such a hard one (I was exhausted) I was more then happy to call it a night. I guess that we’ll just have to hear about the one world-wide dive master initiation rite as it applies to our little Shauna. Mt sunburn is truly ferocious, but I was pleasantly surprised to discover that the baby’s lotion I brought with me is actually not only vitamin E enriched (don’t ask me what that has to do with anything),but also contains copius amounts of aloe vera. Right now I’m listening to one of Doug’s Sinatra cds while I finish this and getting ready to shower for bed.
This morning I forwent breakfast in favor of sugar-laden coffee and orange juice ( or the closet thing here). Our first dive, Antonio (Josh’s instructor) came with us, so did the rest of the D.M.I.T. nits J, they’re good kids, if a bit spastic. We were invited to attend Shwana’s snorkel test tonight, which is when a newly certified dive master takes a turn in the booze-snorkel (a phrase of my own devising) and is given straight liquor. So tonight we’re heading out to the West End to watch the fun. Every morning Josh’s dad wakes the both of us up with an ‘ode to the place we’re at’ as I call it, I think I might ask him to do a little Shakespeare, it makes me feel less guilty about missing the sunrise J. Our first dive was a place called ‘Fish Soup,’ named so because it has about a bazillion fish in it, around it, and though it. I’m going to put links to all the fish I’ve seen on my live-journal so that everyone else can see them too. Josh’s dad went out for a second dive at 11, but I opted to stay behind and play with the camera, taking about 100 picture of the local crabs, flowers, birds and lizards. I also snapped a few of doing part of his pool work for his dad. We had lunch above the store again, but I don’t know where we’re going to dine for supper. Someplace on the West End, I suppose. Josh’s dad didn’t go with us on the third dive of the day (my second), but admonished Josh to stick to me and me to stick to Mark. This was a drift dive, and we had to get the boat to come pick us up afterwards. Clifton didn’t pilot us this trip, a friend of Mark’s (or a distant relative, not sure which) did. He was a nice guy, we ended up giving him a ride part of the way home. There were two seahorses on this last dive, one red one (solid red) and one greenish one. This dive tired me out, having to fight against the current the whole way. The water was a little cloudy, but not bad. I came across a perfect little garden-flower-like group of fan/tube worms. There was also another huge crab. Doug nearly gave me a heart-attack during our first dive, a barracuda swam by and he rapped me on the shoulder from behind. I nearly peed in my wetsuit J. I’m actually borrowing Melissa’s (Doug’s girlfriend) wetsuit, it’s a back-zip 1mm and actually fits quite well. The dive kids and boat people sing the entire time we’re out and it’s hilarious to hear Mark offering the red-head ‘ladies’ and Shauna’s finger-shaking exclamation of “Now don’t you be offering him ladies!” The red head and Shauna are a steady item, and it’s amusing to watch them play around. I talked to Mum, Dad and Nome last night on the clubhouse phone, everything back home appears to be going swimmingly, and, as e-mail is the only reliable way I have to talk to the family, I was admonished to send more. I’m going to be taking a brief swinging nap in the hammock now and write more when I get back tonight. Josh and I can only make 1last, shallow dive on Saturday, since we’re flying back on Sunday morning , but I am going to use my remaining time to take a full camera of pictures and by some souvenirs for my family………………………………
I can’t figure out if it was because I fell asleep in a hammock or because I’ve spent the last week on a boat, but I woke up sick to my stomach, everything moved, the floor, the bar in the kitchen, the lights, everything… I spent most of the night discreetly in the head, and eating peppermint tic-tacs. We didn’t end up going to the West End with the dive group, but instead stopped at a place called Rick’s American. Apparently it is what passes for a sports bar around here. We were the only people there besides a local couple a table over. The entire staff was female, apparently Rick had a place to come for drinks and look at waitresses, harmless sort of guy with a beer-belly. Doug takes great delight in having someone new to relate childhood stories about Josh to. Josh just sighs, smiles and laughs. It was 10pm, before we left to go home, and because my last boat dive of the day was such a hard one (I was exhausted) I was more then happy to call it a night. I guess that we’ll just have to hear about the one world-wide dive master initiation rite as it applies to our little Shauna. Mt sunburn is truly ferocious, but I was pleasantly surprised to discover that the baby’s lotion I brought with me is actually not only vitamin E enriched (don’t ask me what that has to do with anything),but also contains copius amounts of aloe vera. Right now I’m listening to one of Doug’s Sinatra cds while I finish this and getting ready to shower for bed.
posted by silver at 11:36 AM
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Seems I spoke too soon about the sunburn.......
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