Oh, turns out there is a boarding pass. It's a scrap of paper that says CM Air Boarding Pass.
Anyway, lots to catch up on. Stayed up til 3 am Wednesday what with all the revelry, but still woke up around 6. Bummed around for a bit, then I headed into town to see if there was room on any of the dive boats. There wasn't, so I signed up for the resort boat Friday. There are three boats at UDC. One goes to the North side, which is the best diving and where you can potentially see whale sharks. The other boats don't go too far from the shop.
Then I went to Rio Coco for my morning avocado bagel and iced coffee. Brought my computer, they have great wifi there, and put in a couple hours of work assigning accounts. John came by, so chatted with him for a bit.
Then I headed up to Fancy Fish gallery for some souvenirs. The cash only thing slays me here, so I didn't buy everything I would've liked, since I knew my cash was winding down.
Went home, ran into Kim, and she invited me snorkeling at Coral View. Lovely spot, way the hell out past Rehab. Saw some of the IDC folks on the way back, so I stopped by for a drink, went home, and that was Thursday.
Yesterday I went fun diving on the 8 am boat, and the girl guiding it agreed that it's ridiculous that you pay a couple grand for the IDC, but as soon as it's over you have to start paying, so I actually got to dive for free, gave her and the captain $20 each as a thank you, but again, cash. Ahhh! Always cash.
Kim came with on the Old Tom, so we buddied. We went north side to Spotted Bay, and saw a couple of really big nurse sharks, a sea turtle, and an assortment of fish.
Spent almost an hour looking for whale sharks, but to no avail :( then we went to a sea mound closer to Utila, and saw a SEAHORSE!!! Maybe 6 inches, adorable, orange with a silver necklace.
Sold my bike to one of the girls from class for $70, so I ended up getting to ride around on a brand new bike for three weeks and it only cost $20 or so. Quite pleased.
I'm getting eaten alive by the sand flies at the "airport." The bug spray does nothing.
Hoofed it back to the apartment with all my dive gear, and laid it out to dry while I showered and cleaned and packed. Internet was down, but I needed to check in for my flight, so I walked back to the dive shop for Internet. Ran into a bunch of IDC folks (most of them are staying for their MSDT) and we went for an early dinner at Paya Papaya, amid the protests of the staunch meat eaters. They were closed, again. I tried to go there at least three or four times. Bah.
We went to Munchie's instead, and I had an amazing quesadilla and a couple of iced tea rums. We went to La Tranquila to do the shirt challenge. Basically, pay $10, drink 4 shots, get a shirt. Then I had a scotch and soda (who am I?!). Then Brandon and John and I went to Buccaneer's for their shirt challenge, which was exactly the same. Got a strawberry daiquiri, and was soundly drunk. Had some good and some weird conversation, the boys each ordered a daiquiri themselves, and then walked me home.
This morning. Shared a tuktuk with Carolyn (the drivers only speak Spanish) on her way in to her shop, and that's why I'm at the "airport" so insanely early. For a while it was just me and the islander that collects the exit fee. I even beat the Honduran policia here. Lovely 19 year old boys with automatic rifles and a radio blasting stereotypical music. There's more people here now. Probably won't die.
Life's weird. I'm unaccountably sad to leave, but cannot wait to be home. The human condition is the worst. I haven't shaved or done my eyebrows or done anything fancy or girly in three weeks.
The three hours of sleep after a dozen drinks probably isn't helping matters.
I'm flying over mainland Honduras. The rivers and inlets are black with filth. When it rains, a new wave of trash washes up on Utila.
I biked about 4 miles a day for the duration of my stay. Might have to buy a bike back home, tool around town with the wife.
It's raining in Portland.