Just got back from the dive trip...saw a squid, shark, a hunting lion fish, stingray, stuck my hand in a giant clam, and pet a green turtle. I went 30 meters below the surface and saw an egg stay together after the shell was broken. I went on a night div, saw sleeping turtles, and swallowed a ridiculous amount of sea water.

After two days of our instructor working on us, I decided that I really should buy a mask and snorkel. Then after another two days of him working on us I decided that I really did need to be able to go to 30m instead of just 18m! Then after the video guy worked us over I decided that I REALLY did NEED to buy a video of the trip!!! I've been nickel and dimed the whole trip and the worst part is I knew it and let it happen anyway...I'm lame.

My skin is now falling off and I feel continually water logged. My legs are tired and my ankles have blisters on them. My balance is off now that I' back on land, I'm dehydrated from being in salt water and breathing canned air, and I feel like I should be rocking back and forth. I think I'm hooked...(pun intended)

Turns out they pronounce and spell Aluminum differently here. Aluminium(Al-you-mini-umm) is the word of choice.

I'm now sitting at McDonald's again listening to perhaps the worst street musician to cruise the auto lanes in any city in any civilized country to date. He's like a bad Bob Dylan with a sparkley hat, feather, and without...skill. Same monotone singing voice and all. He has added a rhythm section(an egg shaker) and a respectable harmonica...ok I was wrong. The harmonica player is not respectable...I spoke too soon. At least it's comical. ;)

Off to look for a job...for a week...right.