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Published: August 12th 2007
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On a mapping mission
filling one of the requirements for the dive master course: to make a map of a dive site. J: Holy white scalp batman! I got to be quite the bearded fellow, but that’s done now. And, while the hair was a-growin, so was my following at the black pearl (the bar/club i DJ at). which is quite the relief. (hopefully they’ll recognize me without the fur). the overview: two Saturdays ago i had the best turnout of my life. the club was packed and people were going crazy for the music, screaming and whistling and dancing non-stop for hours. Such a good feeling -- a total high for sure. last night was not as great, but still the crowd was much thicker than my first few nights. Hannah was working/tired and couldn’t stick around for long so i spent most of the night around strangers which both cool and scary. I also learned that intoxication and DJing don’t go as well together as one may of have thought… live and learn. One thing I am proud of is that in part due to my many efforts, Saturday nights in Roatan are starting to become a party night (the only place in the world where its an accomplishment to get people to part on a saturday). Aaand, I was offered
Our sweat pants.
That's right, they're actually covered in dust! Friday nights at the Black Pearl as well as Saturdays. Friday is a much busier night, but I’m not sure I have the material to fill two consecutive sets a week and I don’t want to give up on Saturdays. Plus, DJing until two when i have to dive the next day is would be tough twice a week. I’m still not sure what to do about that... (any thoughts?)
H: Jon’s DJ nights have become seriously amazing, I usually dance so much I’m sore the next day, although that could be induced by lack of work or lack of spring rolls where I work. To further that incomprehensible thought, at the restaurant where I (was previously) gainfully employed, on a given night more than half the menu “we just don’t have.” And running from table to table explaining that “sorry we are out of the spring rolls, oh actually no we don’t have the chicken satay either, or in any curries at all….what’s that you say, you’ll just have a rum and coke? Sorry no rum! (or coke for that matter” can be emotionally and physically draining. Just my luck then, that the restaurant has shut down. Completely un-forewarned
Jambo
Means hello is Swahili and also, its the name of the amazing dog we got to take care of... he now follows us about town when he spots either of us. and unanticipated, one Sunday night as I was out walking our borrowed dog (more on that to follow) I was informed by a friend that in fact the restaurant where we work had in fact closed for good. Yesterday. OK. And so, jobless as we are in our current state, we will have nothing other than the music to blame our aches on. Its a tough life…
J:Life in general: A few good friends left in the last two weeks, which is always sucky but a staple of the lifestyle. Email addresses are always exchanged… hopefully i can manage to stay in contact with most of them. 😊 Starting to really feel at home here and yet the knowledge that my time here is nearly over is ever present. But I’m looking forward to my last year(ish) in Vancouver and the resulting return to civilization. Hannah and Chelsea and I threw a party at our place a week ago and it was quite the bash. One of those great parties where you get lots of people who don’t know each other together and it actually works out well. I got to know some people better and met some new people
What a flounder actually looks like.
Sorry to disappoint all you little mermaid fans. too.
H: One of the great things about new friends in a small town is that you can’t get groceries in under an hour, because it takes you 45 minutes to walk the 50 feet to the store, since everyone we know and love lives in a 1 block radius. Another, is that when they leave for a rave on Utila (neighbouring island) you get to dog-sit their fantastic brown lab/ bloodhoundish dog Jambo. He follows you around, sneaks up onto the bed to try and cuddle with Jon during the movie, plays tug of war with you when you are trying to towel him off and collects coconuts which he strips on our deck. Life with Jambo was fantastic, and its been hard adjusting to walking around without him (however, since he, like most animals here, mostly roams the streets, I get to see him virtually every day anyway).
J: As for diving: I’ve got nearly 60 dives under my belt, which is one of the many requirements of the divemaster course. I’ve started practising my swimming for that component of the course… I’ve got some serious improving to do. With some staff out of town and a busy couple of weeks at the dive shop Hannah Chelsea and I really got put at the bottom of the list of priorities, which I had trouble with but came to realize is part of the experience and has now passed as the staff is back and the shop has slowed down some. Mostly, its really cool to be part of the team and nice to be needed and useful when things are hectic. Besides that, life has been pretty regular: dive-work-dive-drink, repeat. Hope everyone reading this is doing well.
H: Igualamente (which i have recently learned means likewise, and sounds far cooler!)
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