Memoirs of a Divemaster Trainee
May 1st 2006 I wake, sprawled out, tired, where was I last night? - out partying again? I extract myself from the tangle of sarong, pillow and mosquito net that my bed has become during the night. My wooden beach hut, now my home, an upgrade from the shed in the jungle where the mosquitoes won the nightly battle for territory. I open the door look out across the kilometer long beach, through the coconut palms,
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This blog will be getting plently of hits, because Lydia keeps asking me to show her this photo. She keeps sniggering and saying you look like an idiot in that bikini. I dont like her using the word idiot about people, so I have to come up with one with more positive conotations. ;)