• Sinking

    Still a little shakey from the night before, myself and Mike finally begin our training as scuba divers.  We watch very borning videos that put the fear of god into us, before attempting to suit up and get into the water for the first time.  All the gear: no idea. Now I’m stepping outside my …

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  • Freedom!

    We’re off!  Get me away!  Yes!  The ferry is horrible again, but nonetheless it is bringing me to the sweet, sweet mainland, and finally off the devils own rock. A heavy day, night and day of travel lies ahead of us.  Mike, myself and two friends we met in Antigua are undertaking something of an …

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  • Beaten. Totally beaten.

    Another day on Utila. I was going to just leave it at that, for comic effect, but I decided to go into a little detail about how this island has actually beaten me.  I shall refrain from labouring the point. I’ve been very ill for four days. I didn’t even manage to pass my basic …

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  • Perspective

    “The greatest day of a mans life!” someone shouted at me from across the bar the other night.  This was after overhearing I had done my first open water dive.  One of the greatest days of my life recently was farting in bed and it being only that.  It appears the Imodium has done the …

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  • Recovering

    Slowly but surely I’m making my way back from deaths door.  To be honest it wasn’t that bad, certainly not compared to what happened to my bowels in Russia.  That needs a whole blog to itself. It affords me yet another day of doing nothing.  I wander down the one street, taking a few pictures …

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  • Rough as a badgers arse

    Mike left very early this morning for reasons quite clear.  He has basically fallen in love with a girl working at the dive centre.  He has concluded that he must not shit on his own doorstep.  The enterprising young man has managed to find himself work and lodging at a stables down the road.  In …

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  • Fever

    Lets chalk today off the calendar.  I don’t leave my bed till late afternoon, weak, tried and drained, I must look like a car crash.  At around 6pm I manage to eat something; hopefully I can hold it down. The island is coming out to play.  Loud (terrible) music reaches my ears from all sides, …

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  • Exam!

    After yesterdays attempts to dive ever deeper, I’ve woken up with a rotten head cold and chesty cough.  Of course this has nothing to do with the amount I’ve been drinking on this god forsaken island.  I opt not to dive today; it is pretty dangerous to do so if you’re not feeling 100%. Instead …

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  • Trying not to drown

    Still episodes of shakes from the night before, myself and Mike finally begin our training as scuba divers.  We watch very boring videos that put the fear of god into us, before attempting to suit up and get into the water for the first time.  All the gear: no idea. Now I’m stepping outside my …

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  • Nightmare

    That’s what I feel like.  A living nightmare.  Actually more of a dead one.  Today we were meant to start our scuba open water course.  I manage to get beyond my four walls around 9pm, and still end up going to a bar.  This has got to stop.  Maybe when I’ve finished travelling.

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