Carribean Storms

I am stupidly paying for internet, even though our jenky dive shop is supposed to have free internet, the computer is broken or the internet is not working that often. We are also supposed to get two free breakfasts, but to the best of my knowledge the cafe there has only been open for breakfast once this whole week. That's Utila for you, ya we are going to give you free breakfast, but we are only open when we feel like it, and ya you get free internet, when it works. Despite all its drawbacks, I absolutely love our dive shop! Its kinda the stoner, laidback dive shop on the island. Definately a chill place to live and kick it, the captain, Cookie, is this halarious huge local with awesome music taste that is just always happy and jamming. While we dive he hosts a local radio in talk show, kinda like Love Line in the States, and gives advice to half the island.
So you know if the regulators dont always work, or sometimes the tanks are not filled well, who cares right? Honestly it just makes me double check my equipement and a safer diver. So what if our door to our Cabana does not lock and strong winds blow it open at night, making it seem like a haunted ghost ship, the location is admist mangroves, cranes, and the river and the people are awesome.
Speaking of strong winds we got our first taste of a tropical storm last night at around one. I was walking back with my halarious British friend from the bar cause I was supposed to dive this morning when the skies opened up and the winds howled we were instantly soaked and caught amongst winds so strong it was hard to walk. We barely made it back to my cabana before things got really intense. Since I was sharing a kingsize bed with Dave and we had plenty of room, and the storms were a raging I told Brad, the funny British bloke who at this time was pretty drunk, he could crash with us for the night rather than brave the storm back to his dive shop. Anyway, I direct him to the bed warning him that there was already a boy sleeping there and went to brush my teeth. While I was in the bathroom the winds blew the door so strongly that it flung open and Dave went up to close it. As he went to get back into the bed, Brad thinking it was me grabs Dave, immediately realizes that Dave is 'not a chick' meanwhile I come out of the bathroom to gaze upon a pretty halarious scene that we had to recount to Brad in the morning cause he totally forgot and preceeded to pass out right afterward.
It definately made for a halarious breakfast conversation when I introduced Dave to Brad as 'the guy you felt up last night', oh traveling and lack of personal space.

The storm kinda fucked up our plans for today, our morning dive was canceled, the power went out for a few hours, and we had planned to pirate an island this afternoon but now we have to wait for better weather and possibly different people cause Dave and Meghan have to leave soon. We found out that all the islands you can rent are booked up for a month or so but we can just pay 5 dollars a piece and have a captain drop us off overnight at any Caye of our choice, so we were going to do that tonight but with the bad weather we will have to wait a few days. The good news is that if the weather is better tomorrow we will go to the famous North Shore in search of whale sharks and have a picnic afterward.

I am still considering staying longer and getting my advanced certification which allows me to visit wrecks, do night dives, and go down to 30 meters instead of just 18 meters. I also have a free place to crash with my friend Lynn and got begged to stay here on the island by quite a few folks last night, so we shall see. This is quite a nice place to crash, I could even see myself geting my Masters here, which would enable me to work at any dive shop all over the world. I already decided that I did not want to teach scuba diving though after my friend told me of some of the ridiculously stupid people he has to work with. Like this one guy who could not learn how to let go and retrieve your regulator. Your regulator is what you breathe from, it is your air source, so basically this guy would let go of his regulator and then just sit there until he ran out of breathe and then make a mad dash to the surface. Ok man, its not that hard, you loose your airsource, you have two regulators to choose from, all you have to do is grab them! You have not one choice for air, but two, and instead you just sit there and wait until you suffocate. This guy is just ripe for the Darwain awards. I guess my friend had to show the guy how to retrieve his regulator not once, not twice, but over ten times, what a twat! Finally the guy gave up on the course, I mean diving is pretty easy but if this guy could not remember to breathe I dont think he should be doing it.

Oh, it is finally getting nice so I must go frolic soon, but want to leave you all with a closing, funny, yet disturbingly sad story. My friends dog, Skippy, died yesterday, the reason, she was in heat and was fucked to death. Ya pretty sad right, but at the same time quite halarious. I know if Stef is reading this now she is probably cringing as I was when I first heard it. But then it gets kinda funny. Also, I apologize for my poor use of punctuation in these blogs, all the keyboards down here are pretty messed up and it is hard to find question marks, semicolons, ect. Its funny I never realized how much I rely on punctuation to add infliction to my writing, but I am noticing it now, oh ya and the spell check is in Spanish, which also goes to show how much I rely on spell check in the States. Oh well it is opening me up to a whole other side of writing. Peace ya'll here comes the sun....