I’m Sailing Away May 15, 2008

Alright, so I don’t have much to add today but I figured I’d throw down something since I may not have internet access for the next week and a half and I wouldn’t want anyone to get abandonment issues.

Oh! I actually have a wicked awesome story about an adventure I took the other day. It went a little something like this:

I had been on this island for over a week and still had not seen the entire thing. It’s a really small island too. Like a kilometer tip to tip. I decided to rent a golf cart as that is the only mode of transportation aside from the heel-toe express. So I grab some people, some rum and coke and we set off on our adventure. We found the church, the school, the little airport and then…and then…we found this jungle/mangrove area where we were sure we would see crocs. So we’re cruising along at a whole 15 km/hr when we see this sign that says “Trail” with golf car tire marks going the same way.  Now, this is where it gets tricky because when most people see a sign like that, they take it and it works out pretty well. Not so much for us.

It began with the mosquitoes and not just any mosquitoes. They were more like super mosquitos. So we decided “Screw this! Let’s get out of here!” And then we came to a bridge-a footbrige- aka  a no golf cart bridge. So we see tire tracks and think to ourselves “Beautiful! There is a way out of this blood donation clinic!” So we go that way for a whole 100 meters before realizing that we can’t go any further. And that when we saw “the frogs”. They were all over the place. Hopping, scurrying. And I bet you’re thinking to yourself right now “frogs don’t scurry”. This is correct. But crabs do. As we looked to the ground we saw hundreds upon hundreds on crab holes and crabs just waiting to pounce on us and right then, we knew we had to get out of that swamp area. So we turn the cart around and we get going when all of a sudden we weren’t moving anymore.

So to recap: we are being eaten alive by mosquitoes, there are freaking crabs all over the ground and a wheel of our golf cart has now sunk into a swampy, marshy sink hole. As we fight over who has to get out of the golf cart to push us out, we realize that we have to get out or fierce the evil wrath of mosquitoes who have not seen a human, let alone four of them for probably decades. After about five minutes of lifting, we finally freed ourselves of the sinking ground and began escape. Until about 5 feet later when we sunk again. This time we sucked it up and moved the sucker as fast as we could. As we tried to escape the clutches of this insane world, hordes of more mosquitoes were coming for the buffet.

After we finally arrived back in the no mosquito zone we accessed everything. Each of us was and still are covered with a minimum of 40 bites (none are small) and the golf cart was a disaster. We took the cart to the hostel to wash away the evidence of our excursion and returned the cart.

I hope you all enjoyed this little story! I’m off sailing tomorrow for the next little while and I’ll update when I get back!

Oh! And there was this cute American guy I met. He left but he invited me to stop by on my way back home and he’ll take me sailing =P

I Am A Horrible Blogger May 12, 2008

I do apologize for my shitty updating. I could give you every excuse in the book like that I was drinking to much, playing in the sun, swimming, checking out ruins, sleeping and just enjoying being away from all this technology and the need to check in but they are bullshit excuses. Real ones, but bullshit none the less.

In all honestly, laziness has gotten the better of me. I mean, my hostel is right behind (or in front) of the internet cafe. The swimming beach, bar and grocery store are all farther away than here. I’m also cheap. It’s like $7/hour here for internet. Yes, $7. That almost 3 beers or 6 rum and cokes during happy hour. See what I mean?

That and I’ve been failing hard on the hook up front. Mainly because I’m spending so much time on this island and don’t want to get a reputation. Not that I care, but I just prefer to not be known as the chick that takes a different guy home every night. Though there was this one really sweet guy that I was hanging with. It took him three days to make it known he was interested. It was adorable. I know guys don’t like being called that but that’s how it is.

Oh! I wrote a wicked updated version of “Favourite Things” from the Sound of Music, but I left it in my book in the hostel and I’m not about to go back to get it. Again, laziness wins. If it makes you guys feel better, I haven’t updated my paper journal since the 5th of May. And that thing was being updated like crazy. Oh! And I’ve yet to take any real pictures here. Go me!

I lost my voice the other day due to: karaoke, trivia, drunken singing and probably an excess of beer, rum and cigarettes. I blame the karaoke though. Because karaoke is evil.

The best thing ever: there is a sports bar that shows hockey! Yay for watching semi’s!

*yawn* May 9, 2008

I’m so tired. This backpacking thing is hard work. I kind of forgot about that. I mean between hanging on the beach, drinking beer and cocktails, swimming, hiking, visiting cool ruins and general overall partying, I’m pretty exhausted. And my wallet is not exactly loving me.

I apologize in the delay in updates and in the short entries, but after jumping online and being bombarded with emails and instant messages I feel I have no more left to tell.

Though I am currently being pursued by a Dutch guy and a Kiwi. Nothing really to report just yet but I’ll make sure to update on my failure/success!

And… scene May 4, 2008

The sky was painted delicious hues of pink, purple, orange and blue. Magenta clouds streaked the sky as the dark outline of the mountains engulfed the foreground of this live postcard. I lay in his arms gazing upon this wonderous sunrise. We had spent most of the evening this way, chatting, napping, laughing. He stoked my hair, rubbed my back, kept me warm. All during a twelve hour bus ride to my next destination.

Alright, I had a moment of creativity and decided to use it here. It really did happen though. This Spanish guy was waiting at the bus station, we started talking, he let me use him as a pillow for about twelve hours. Nothing romantic. Just two backpackers trying to get comfortable for a long ass trip. I got to learn some spanish, he got to learn english. All is good.

I’ve left the beach. I am cold. It’s raining. I am not a happy camper. But I should be back to my beaches by the end of the week. So yay for that! I’m trying to keep things cheap at the moment and being off the beach does help. There is just something so natural about sipping on pina coladas or a 12 pack when living the beach life.

 

Down By The Sea May 1, 2008

I have absolutely become enamoured with this beautiful little beach town I’ve been staying in for the past five days. It is truly my heaven on earth. Beautiful beach, beautiful water, great people, good food. Everything I need. Aside from a hookup, but hey, I can afford to be picky.

There hasn’t been too much action on the romance front here unless you count the man that is old enough to be my father. He is constantly trying to get me to go places with him. By myself. And I politely decline and make up a valid excuse as to why I can’t. I think he may have gotten the hint today when all that was exchanged was a cordial hello. He seems to be a nice guy, but I think people have issues when they go for someone younger than their daughters. Yes. His children are older than me.

I’m not a huge discriminator when it comes to age. I mean, George is twelve years older than myself, one of my ex´s was almost three years younger. But there are lines that I draw. And that is one of them. I do not have a “daddy complex”. I never have and never will.