Monday 31 October
So for some reason I find myself on a ridiculously choppy boat, bearing down on Utila. Utila and its fellow Bay Islands are known for one thing and one thing only; scuba diving. Here I will dice with death and put my life on the line to see fish.
The boat over is actually known as “the vomit comet”. That’s very reassuring. It resembles something of a rollercoaster as it smashes over waves and leaves your stomach ten feet behind you each time. Not for the fainthearted. The smell of other people’s sick doesn’t do me any favours either, and it’s touch and go for much of the journey if I can keep the breakfast down.
After we reach land alive, we’re greeted by a whole host of dive centre staff all trying to get you to go to their business. I had Altons picked out as it seemed to be the one with a younger crowd and a more lively atmosphere. We rent rooms right on the sea front, and it really does have the potential to be a tropical paradise.
Not that it is today however. Its pissing it down with rain, with a grey overcast sky and miserable locals looking like drowned rats. After discussing our options, settling in and having some well deserved grub, its time to plan for Halloween tonight. All I can manage is my kilt, but its still a great night as both residents, travellers and divers alike party very hard until sunrise.