“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 trick.
Since lying in bed all this time I have in fact discovered I am staying on a building site. My window opens (by opens I mean there is no window) onto the main street. From this wonderful vantage point I can’t see anything, due to the mosquito net, but I do get a rich cacophony of the best Utila has to offer. Regardless the time of day or night, my senses are treated to owls and cockerels having a sing off, spluttery motorbikes that haven’t had a service in a decade, screaming locals shouting abuse at each other, appalling music on repeat, and dogs joining in just for the fun of it. I seriously think it would be quieter living with a drum playing baby in a corrugated iron shed at the end of a runway.
Now the beauty of being bedridden is you can have an excuse to mess around on the internet, and catch up on the old blog. For the first time, dear reader(s), you are with me first hand, experiencing things as I do. I am happily bang up to date with my warblings. For your information I just put some camera batteries on charge and poured myself some water. It’s just like being with me isn’t it?
I did drag myself out of the pit today to visit Utila’s Iguana Station. This has by far been the best thing I have done since arriving here. It was fascinating to learn about these wonderful creatures, and see the program the Station has for conserving them both in the wild and in care. I even managed to touch the leg of a Tarantula.
Actually that last part was a lie. I looked at it in a box from a distance.
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 trick.
Since lying in bed all this time I have in fact discovered I am staying on a building site. My window opens (by opens I mean there is no window) onto the main street. From this wonderful vantage point I can’t see anything, due to the mosquito net, but I do get a rich cacophony of the best Utila has to offer. Regardless the time of day or night, my senses are treated to owls and cockerels having a sing off, spluttery motorbikes that haven’t had a service in a decade, screaming locals shouting abuse at each other, appalling music on repeat, and dogs joining in just for the fun of it. I seriously think it would be quieter living with a drum playing baby in a corrugated iron shed at the end of a runway.
Now the beauty of being bedridden is you can have an excuse to mess around on the internet, and catch up on the old blog. For the first time, dear reader(s), you are with me first hand, experiencing things as I do. I am happily bang up to date with my warblings. For your information I just put some camera batteries on charge and poured myself some water. It’s just like being with me isn’t it?
I did drag myself out of the pit today to visit Utila’s Iguana Station. This has by far been the best thing I have done since arriving here. It was fascinating to learn about these wonderful creatures, and see the program the Station has for conserving them both in the wild and in care. I even managed to touch the leg of a Tarantula.
Actually that last part was a lie. I looked at it in a box from a distance.