Author Archives: Stoo

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 …

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 …

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, …

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 …

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 …

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.

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 …

Today we took a bus.  That is all.

Another lazy day for turning 32.  I don’t do much, except wander to the football fields to have a kick about, and then chill at the hostel for the evening.  My team manages to win the quiz night though, but the tequila drank at midnight really ruined me, so I take it a lot easier …

Ok so this is getting a little silly now.  Last night was pretty crazy with yet more beer pong and party games, as well as a ridiculous amount to drink.  Consequently today is something of a write off.  I spend the day chilling out around the hostel.   It’s nice to have days like this, and …