Land Days

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Due to weather, my mermaid training has taken a 2 day break. The first day, the winds on the island were so strong, I felt like Dorthy. As I was trying not to get blown away from my Oz, I knew it would be a no go for diving. The water was so murky,  making the "viz" no bueno. That day I sat on the beach, trying to fix my wet suit tan. There is only so much tanning you can do when the wicked wind is blowing sand all over you. From there on my days off turned into a Tour De San Pedro. Tianna, Chefy and I decided to rent bikes and go to the south end of the island. I always forget how much I love biking.  My childhood is built around spontaneous bike rides with my best friend in Sarnia. We thought we were so bad ass ripping around our favourite park as fast as we could avoiding he underwear man who apparently lived there. 

Anyways, It was a really fantastic, relaxing, skin sizzling day. I haven't been to the south end since I was here 5 years ago. It was cool to see how it changed. That afternoon we found a dock to chill on, we tanned and chatted about everything. There are no complaints from this girl about my land days. I even got to see a trantula. I'd never ever, ever, thought I'd see one in real life roaming around in the wild.

My legs are sore, I've mastered the "LOOK MOM NO HANDS" and my tanlines are getting more embarrassing. A successful few days in my opinion.


  








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Carnival

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I'm so stoked to say that the theory part of my Rescue Diver training is over. I have already celebrated with a couple Belikin beers, and I intend to end the evening that way as well. I want to give all my student friends a big BRAVA for all their hard work, I forgot how much dedication and focus it takes when you're trying to get an education, but all hard work needs a break right? I took a break about a week and a half ago to celebrate San Pedro's annual Carnival.

This carnival has no questionable rides, deep fried doughnuts or creepy carnies. Carnival has a simple objective and you only need 4 tools to have a good time.

1) Baby Oil
2) Rum
3) Latex Paint 
4) Eggs

If you think this event is really a sex crazed- omelet- paint party, you are wrong my friend. This Carnival takes simple tools, mixes them with good music and people. BOOM- There you have it, too much fun and reminders of it for weeks as you pull paint out of your hair.

I first noticed the town preparing for the event days before, plastic tarps were being taped to business fronts, statues and fences. Local hard ware stores were having paint specials and kids were selling their own paint on the street, like lemonade stands. Carnival is broken into 3 days, the first day is for the little itty kiddies to play without getting hurt, the second day is for sassy teenagers to throw paint at their crushes, a colour courtship. The last day is for adults to act like sassy teenagers, the evening is usually fuelled by rum and the childish antcitipation to throw paint at anything.

The first step in Carnival prep is to well oil your hair and skin it makes it easier for the paint to come off, you also should wear clothes you don't care about. A trick my new Belizian friends taught me is to have some paint on you before you enter the war zone, or else you are seen as "fresh meat". It's also advised you paint your own tata's and cakes, so people don't have a reason to cop a feel.

I spent a lot of the evening throwing paint at strangers like I was in a reggae Ke$ha video, there was even glitter, just to seal the deal. During the craziness, I took a moment to play with the kids in the park. They would run up to me with their hands out asking for paint. After I gave them some, they would stare at it like they had no idea what to do with it, I suggested that they paint me. I was covered in my own paint for a while, it look like I took the route of a teal green suicide. 

Now I know it's probably frowned upon, but when you're covered in latex paint, the ocean looks like a good idea. I had a couple swims, one memorable swim against my will, a friend carried me in and tossed me into the salty bath. As I sat there in detest, a very friendly lady started scrubbing me down with sand, telling me "mah gal, it's the only way to get it aff". That one of the strangest baths to date. The only problem with rinsing off, is you immediately become fresh meat again.

This evening was one of the bests nights out I've ever had, and when you walk through San Pedro you see reminders of Carnival hand prints on palm trees. Hopefully I'll be back here next year, ready for a paint party and rum punch. 




          
                                        Nico, yours truly, Cheffy, Tianna, Max and Erik at the beginning 
                                                 of the night. Times the paint on us by a trillion,
                                               that was the look we were sporting by midnight.

                                                           Photo cred: The Steel Fam Jam

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Divers Life For Me

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It's been a while since I've posted last, I've been super busy! Which is good right? People go on get aways to do new stuff. Don't feel shafted, I haven't even talked to my Mother... I'm sure she's super amped about that.

It's quite surprising but I have a routine here on San Pedro. Every morning it wake up around 6:30, I make breakfast and pick out what bikini I want to wear that day, I sit on the beach and read the material I am studying then around 8, I go to the shop for mermaid training.

My days at the shop are awesome. The guys there are amazing to me, they are very protective, and love to play jokes on me. The newest one is throwing my equipment in the water before I am ready. I end up throwing myself into the ocean with one fin and my wet suit half on. They tell me "Ojos Bonita, it's training" I just think they like to see me flail out the boat to catch it.

I usually dive twice a day. Yesterday I had 2 test dives, a navigation dive and a deep dive. The navigation dive was pretty great, and a nurse shark hung around to see how I did. Nurse sharks remind me of puppies. I've had a one follow me around the entire dive hoping I'd feed him some chum. Sorry puppy shark...  The deep dive was pretty rad though. Going deep is an addiction, I always find myself wanting more. I had to complete a few simple math questions at 105 feet, to make sure I could think clearly at depth. When you deep dive you take the chance of getting nitrogen narcosis. I felt it a little bit. There is a point where your body can't handle the amount of nitrogen in your body. As you go deeper, water becomes more dense, therefore your air becomes dense. You end up breathing more nitrogen. When you get narc'd ( nitrogen narcosis) you get a wobbly, drunk feeling. It's really easy to reverse, just slowly swim up a few feet and voliá, sobriety.  

After completeing math questions and proving I am just as smart as I am on land, my instructor took me through this amazing tunnel. It was covered in coral, and had pockets where patches of light would shine through making the dark tunnel aqua blue again. Sometimes I forget that I am deep into the ocean while I am diving. It's become such a normal part of my day. There was one day where I spend more time out on the ocean then on land. That makes me wonder what I am going to do when I get back to Vancouver. 

That thought has been provoked by the many people who pass through the dive shop who are on their 2 week vacations, when they find out I am here for 6. They always ask "What are you going to do when you get home?" My response was panicked for a while, trying to make up possible situations I could see myself doing when I get back to reality. I've come to the conclusion that I just don't know what I am going to do. Although I do know it will be great. I've lead myself to this path where I am being educated, and accomplishing something I've always wanted to do. I trust my instincts to create the right future for me. The only thing I want to worry about today is if I am going to have to dive after my equipment.

                                     


                                     
       

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