Well, it seems like every day I intend to sit down and blog some more but never quite get round to it so I've decided to grab this quiet halfr hour in the dive shop to blog to my heart's content. Blog, blog, blog, blog, blog... and relax.
I've got so much to tell but I think the best way to describe life out here is to give you a run down of an average day. I get up at 7.am. I brush my teeth. I set the toaster to three: medium brown. No, I'm kidding.
Most days I'm up at about 7.30 (where's my holiday?) and stumble out onto the veranda with a mug of coffee and fried egg sandwich. Idrissa, the local guy who owns the house we're staying in brings us a fresh loaf every morning. The view of the gorgeous turquoise ocean usually wakes me up and, after an attempt at meditation, usually interrupted by the cleaner's screaming kids, it's off down the beach for a swim. There's some sort of galleon moored about 200 yards out, so every morning it's a race to see who can get there first to lay claim to this fine bounty (in best pirate accent!).
Then it's up to the dive shop where we lug heavy tanks and sort people out with wetsuits and the like and generally stop people from putting their equipment on back to front or blowing themselves up. It's a pretty cool atmosphere, everyone drifts in and says good morning, has a little chat. The day then consists of diving (which is awesome round here), learning PADI dive theory ( a lot of which is bullshit revolving around marketing PADI) and doing training dives. By the time 6pm rolls around I am usually very wet and tired and dying for a beer.
In the evening, either we cook dinner on a fire out back or head down to one of the beach bars for some seafood and a brew (1 pint of 5.5% for a quid - three quids worth and i'm usually on the floor). The atmosphere is pretty lively and there are a lot of characters around, including "captain morgan", the local drunk, named for his fondness for this particular tipple.
Sad to say but I'm usually in bed by ten, absolutely wiped out and lulled to sleep by the sounds of Bob Marley (or sometimes terrible euro trance) rolling down the beach from the bar.
I have to say, I'm pretty happy.
3 comments:
Right muthrfuker, where are the details - who is this Idrissa? Is it the same galleon as last time? How are the fucking Italians? Many more hotels? How are Christian and Tammy? Why, oh why, do I spend so much money that I can't afford to be there! Are Dan and Grace still there? They're still on the website? What about JAmes? Does he still have the bar upstairs? And have you stared down the barrel of an assault rifle whilst being asked for $500 yet? If you haven't it just ain't zanzibar! I also read an article the other day about the hidden drug underworld of zanzibar. Apparanlty people go there to take the cheap heroin. Is that why you are spending so long there?
Sounds like a pretty sweet life jizzle. but enough of your prattle, where's the rizzle? More roseallovertheworld updates please!
:D glad to hear you guys are having fun! S xx
Look at this, from this week's news.
http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/south_asia/7055625.stm
Now look at this, from 6 years ago....
http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/south_asia/1107970.stm
I never thought I’d hear myself say something like this, but I feel it’s pretty clear what’s going on – monkeys are plotting to overthrow the Indian government. No doubt they'll install their own regime and create the first monkey-state.
"You did it, didn't you! Damn you! Damn youuuuu!"
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