|Location: Simpson Bay|
|Local time: Monday, 4pm|
Boy oh boy am I ready. Six days and counting. Sure, I'm gonna miss some things about this place, but on the whole I'm kinda tired of living here. Time for a change of pace. A change of place. I've managed to sell my Toyota (the guy's gonna let me drive it until I leave, which is handy), but the Nissan still refuses to be sold. And last night the radiator tank cracked, so wouldn't you know it, I now have to spend more money on it. Today I just picked up the Toyota from the garage, having taken it in to get it's own radiator fixed, coincidentally. US$100 later and the damn car seems to be driving worse than when I took it in. So, I've now gotta take it back and complain. Again. Whenever I take my car anywhere to get it looked at, I end up having to explain the problem to someone who barely has a grasp of English. Anyway, it's just one more thing to add to my aggravation. I'm fast turning into a jaded cynic, and that means it's time to move on. I've sold my drum kit, so that's one good thing at least.
Okay, well enough complaining from me. Life is still good and I'm still lucky and happy to be alive. Amen.
On Friday afternoon we went out on the boat I used to work on last season, diving. It was good to catch up with the Jamaican and Dominican guys that work aboard it, and I even borrowed some gear and went for one final dive, just coz. It was the only dive I'd done this season - a big change from up to four a day last season. Not very exciting though, as I'd seen it all many many times before and nothing had changed down there. And the fish don't age.
Okay, I don't really have too much else to add, so I'll let the photos do the talking now. My next update will be from Estonia, which apparently just got some snow. Uh-oh...
"Sounds on Sunday" at the outdoor nightblub 'Bliss'. It's kind've like spending an afternoon at the
Playboy Mansion. It's fun to check out, but full of posers. The music is good though.
The first time I went, I walked through the gates and found myself in debauchery heaven. A sensory overload. Loud house music, champagne, sun, pool, g-strings. Can't be all that bad huh?
80 Harleys were cruising the island one day last week. Half of them
came off a cruise ship, while the other half was from the local club.
Nope, it's not outer Mongolia - these wild goats are roaming the town's main (clogged) street.
Krista and I aboard the 'La Nina' - the dive/snorkel boat I worked on last season.
Getting ready for my first dive of the year. It's been
a while, but was still pretty natural to me.
Charles, Richie and myself, standing at the cruise ship pier after the trip. I'm the white guy.
Still got mask-face from the crappy dive mask I borrowed.
A bush fire we spotted while in Phillipsburg, burning on an uninhabited
hill on the French side. It's been really really hot and dry lately.
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