THE UGLIEST AMERICAN 3: Keep Yourself To Your Hand
Trip Start Nov 04, 2006
15Trip End Dec 03, 2006
Map your own trip!
Show trip route
What can I say about the island of Utila that Robert Louis Stevenson hasnīt already? It has been a home to Robinson Crusoe, a hideout for pirates, and an exile for mutinous slaves. It also happens to be a kick ass place to sip a rum cocktail. But turn your gaydar off and worry not, yīall, I havenīt touched the hard stuff yet. Do not want problems. Iīm writing this during a break in my diving class. Thatīs right, my friends, I came to dive and dammit I will dive. WE ALL WILL DIVE!!! Ok, so far all Iīve done is watch DVDs and drink coffee. Which really is a typical Saturday at my house. Except for there are no BARRACUDAS at my house!!!!!
As yet another tangent, Iīm asking that nobody tell me who won any elections
Speaking of pictures, I got some cool ones that I have not had a chance to post. Utila is pretty laid back. The drug dealers are up during my morning walk and the kids are this weird hybrid of about a million different cultures. English is widely spoken and the usual feral dogs are cooler than normal.
Fave songs of moment:
Rockford Mules "Pilot Light"
Willie Nelson "Me And Paul"
Norah Jones and Ryan Adams "Dear John" (Gay what you will, I like thith thong)
I have not written for several days because I havenīt had a lick of time and that is no lie. Hereīs why:
When we last left me, I was in La Ceiba, Honduras on the Caribbean
Once on our 2nd real dive, two instructors almost came to blows because they forgot a compass. Another divemaster confided in me that he had not had a drink in 3 weeks. Pair this "devil may dive" attitude with my ADD and you have the makings of an undersea emergency. My dive mate cheated off my exam, didnīt do homework, and made a puppet show with the respirators. Marvo, he is the one watching my back
I, of course, was a model student on day 1 until I freaked out about 20 seconds down on our first dive. But in my defense, the only diving IīVE done doesnīt apply to maritime law, Right? I DID NOT like my first dive but I didnīt sit on a bus for a million hours to sit on the beach and relax. . . wait a minute. What sucks is the homework and lack of time for carrying on and/or answering emails
When all is said and done at the end of the day, I just did not have time to write this blog, so I havenīt been able to update you with some of the newer developments. They are coming though.
The food here has been amazing and plentiful. Nothing but seafood outside of a BLT. Last night I had my barracuda steak grilled (sharktastic). Iīve also consumed my share of ceviche, tuna, wahoo and today, a shrimp po boy with vinegar onions. Very good.
Observations on Utila: pedestrians are nothing but road cones for all the damn motorcycles on the ONE street that they have
Finally, I have to talk to you about my burgeoning impatience with many Israelis on this and other trips. Sometime I will go into more detail. But stereotypes gotta start somewhere. And if that makes me racist, then I can only say what I know and see and the rest is up for argument.
On a less controversial note, I totally hate jerking off in tropical heat. Hence the title.
Peace Love and Loving Oneīs Self,