Sunday morning on the island and the household is rather quite this morning. Pounding headaches, tender tummies and a nice dose of self pity seem to be the general mood. If only I could say we had some horrible illness and therefore require as much sympathy as you can muster…. Unfortunately, as you can probably guess, this is not the case.
A busy work week full of different achievements has lead to a build up of celebrations for the Saturday. A mix of passed diving exams, 25th birthdays and last Saturday on the island for one of our boys lead to a night of giggling debauchery.
The Mexican, having just completed his Dive Master course – woo for him the master of the dive!! – was subjected to the snorkel challenge as an initiation into his new role. A coke bottle is split in half and precariously taped to the end of a tuba. Said bottle is then filled with rum which is drunk through the tuba…. all while wearing a full diving mask. The Filipino also suffered the same fate as a way to celebrate his 25th birthday, although I don’t think he minded too much.
So pity us please as I mope on the sofa – hiding from the 30 degree heat while whimpering and the others crawl their way to the beach. Life truly is hard for those on the island.