And Two May 24, 2008

So The Dentist showed, only to turn back around. I missed the boat. Literally. The one he tried to convince me to go on and I took the earlier one. So he ended up hooking up with some other chick and is now following her. Oh well. For the best.

I ended up hooking up with a fellow Canuck for some great nookie, twice. He was a chill guy, funny enough, the same age as George. I don’t get what’s with me and older guys recently. Maybe it’s a subconscious thing.

Oh! I saw a dead body in the road yesterday! I love third world countries! I wasn’t worried thoug because I’m all hardcore and such. Though it does remind me that I stillneed to get a machete! I’m planning on getting my diving certification this week so prepare to be bored to tears with details of my underwater adventures!

I’m Such A Schoolgirl May 22, 2008

So The Dentist should be arriving today if the plan was as it was when I left my island. And I’m giddy. Like a schoolgirl. It’s kind of sad and pathetic but at the same time so wonderful. For my sake, please hope he shows up. If he doesn’t, I’m still leaving for the next country in the morning.

Oh, he has my phone because I accidently left it under my pillow on the island. So if not for romance, for my poor phone. Somedays, I really do wonder about me. Most days though, I wonder about everyone else.

What’s the verdict? Am I pathetic?

Stupid, Stupid, Stupid May 20, 2008

God dammit. Honestly, just when I think things with me and George are going platonic again and all is well in life I get one of these:

George: I’m really happy for you and a bit jealous

Me: You’d be having a blast down here!

George: I know… I kinda wish I had just left with you…

Seriously. Get out of my head and stop doing this to me.

/end rant

Terminal Colour and The Dentist May 19, 2008

While on the sailing/camping/snorkeling/fishing trip we had an interesting discussion about terminal velocity, palm trees and coconuts as we were pitching our tents under these said trees. This conversation later evolved to terminal colour as in the point in which your skin will get no darker from the sun. Interesting? Somewhat. As I am a firm believer that nI can and will get darker before reaching my terminal colour.

Now on to more interesting things. I met a boy. A cute boy. From England. He’s a dentist. He’s travelling the same path as I am. Yes, it is entirely possibly that this wonderfully funny and charming dentist could be my next big crush. He’s meeting me in the next country I’m going to only because I had already booked my boat trip and couldn’t get out of it. He’s coming on the next boat. With my cellphone that I forgot on the island. He said he’d return it to me for sexual favours. Go me? I think so.

I thought about hooking up on the sailing trip but so many people were that it just seemed tacky. Yea, I know. I’m not really one to talk about tacky when I’m sitting here hoping that a guy I had met for two whole days returns my phone to me and meets me in the next country. But he did add me to facebook and let me know that I left my phone. I had no idea. I was in such a rush to leave because I hate packing and waking up early. And I didn’t want to leave him. He was so nice to cuddle with. *sigh*

Maybe, just maybe, this backpacker with the still healing heart can make it through and find something even better.  The Dentist and I really did hit it off quite well within the first few minutes of talking. I wonder…

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