A potentially bitter-sweet day. Let me start with the best news, I just had a foot scrub where they cut off dead skin. My feet now feel as smooth as a baby’s bum!! Yes, this may again be a step beyond metro-sexual….but damn. 200 baht to have a peel of gross feet ($12). Yes. Thank you.
Ok, so a little white lie, not the best news of the day, the second best news, one which caused me to use my emergency phone card to call the Missus to let her know. I finished my divemaster course this morning. Thus the foot scrub to celebrate. I scored a 5 on my 800 metre snorkel (by the way, I discovered that I scored a 4 for the 400m swim yesterday, making my swimming skills achieve a total of 18 out of a possible 20 – 12 is needed to pass) and knocked off my boat cover while helping Natalie with her open water students. Sweeeeeettttttt.
After that it was just paperwork…..a couple of mugshots for the application, a doctor’s physical for 200 baht to sign off that I am in good shape and then filling in the forms and sending another fee to Put Another Dollar In (also known as PADI – the Professional Association of Dive Instructors).
Oh…..and……some shocking results…..now that I am all official and business like, I had to get a new do to go with the job….so off to the barbers to have my head shorn. My locks are gone. Dramatic changes, from goldilocks to Captain Scuba, Military Man. Nah, it is not for work purposes, it’ll grow back, it is just such a pain in the arse dealing with on a daily basis when I am in the pool, then the ocean, then the pool, etc. So no more conditioner for this hunk o’man while I am in Koh Tao. I think I just lost about five years on my looks too!! Ok, let’s see if this blogger and photo thing works…..a picture of me with my locks, a picture of me with locks that was taken for my PADI card and a picture of me sans locks…..
Ok, so a little white lie, not the best news of the day, the second best news, one which caused me to use my emergency phone card to call the Missus to let her know. I finished my divemaster course this morning. Thus the foot scrub to celebrate. I scored a 5 on my 800 metre snorkel (by the way, I discovered that I scored a 4 for the 400m swim yesterday, making my swimming skills achieve a total of 18 out of a possible 20 – 12 is needed to pass) and knocked off my boat cover while helping Natalie with her open water students. Sweeeeeettttttt.
After that it was just paperwork…..a couple of mugshots for the application, a doctor’s physical for 200 baht to sign off that I am in good shape and then filling in the forms and sending another fee to Put Another Dollar In (also known as PADI – the Professional Association of Dive Instructors).
Oh…..and……some shocking results…..now that I am all official and business like, I had to get a new do to go with the job….so off to the barbers to have my head shorn. My locks are gone. Dramatic changes, from goldilocks to Captain Scuba, Military Man. Nah, it is not for work purposes, it’ll grow back, it is just such a pain in the arse dealing with on a daily basis when I am in the pool, then the ocean, then the pool, etc. So no more conditioner for this hunk o’man while I am in Koh Tao. I think I just lost about five years on my looks too!! Ok, let’s see if this blogger and photo thing works…..a picture of me with my locks, a picture of me with locks that was taken for my PADI card and a picture of me sans locks…..
After the zoosh cut, a quick beer at Sunshine to congratulate me and then down to Mae Haad for the foot scrub. And double score, I also managed to find a new octo clip (my last one split).
Now sitting in Café del Sol and shooting off my blog, as I am expected back at Sunshine for a couple of drinks and some volleyball (having taken the afternoon off from diving). I think I will even splurge the $12 or so for a massage afterwards…..yes, you may think “dirty old man”, but you haven’t seen the women in the place I am thinking of going to. I play volleyball against them (Team Thai-Burma v. Team Pharang with a token Burmese). They’re nice people, but brother, they ain’t lookers. To be honest, after the four dive day yesterday and the dives today along with lumping tanks about the dive boat as part of my diveboat cover, my back is killing me. A massage and some good prescription muscle relaxants (after a few beers no doubt) should do the trick. Relax….I don’t dive again until tomorrow afternoon.
So here’s the bummer news potentially…..the missus is stuck on a deal in T.O. and just let me know (after being woken at 12:30 a.m. to hear about me passing my DM) that there is a chance she will not be able to fly out and arrive on the 23rd. Which just sucks. It means she won’t actually get here until Boxing Day. Which doubly sucks, because we booked a place over on Koh Phanang to chillax a little for three days, starting on the 26th, so that’ll likely be kyboshed too if that happens. She’s hoping to get it dealt with by then, but the threat is there.
This also means my toaster will be delayed. Hey!!! Dammit. I’ve switched from cornflakes at home to muesli….guess I will have to enjoy that and bananas a few days more. Le sigh.
So the beer, foot scrub, garlic bread at Café del Sol (shhhh, my guilty treat…oooooooh, love, that’ll go straight to your hips……oooooooh, pet, shut your mouth) and possibly a massage are not just a treat for finishing my DM but also a feeling sorry for myself treat.
Now I just have to panic about the snorkel test. Ay Caramba. They were hoping the Missus would be here for it. I actually think it may be a good thing if she doesn’t see it. As most of you know she has seen me in a complete drunken stupor a number of times and boy, it ain’t a good thing. I have a feeling it may look worse in a tropical clime where the a/c consists of a fan above the bed. Oh, happy vomitorium, how sweet though are. At least the bathroom is fully hose-downable. Eeeeuuuwww this could get nasty.
Oh shit, I have to go get my laundry!!!
Later kiddies…..tomorrow may be delayed depending on whether I drink a bundle tonight….
Now sitting in Café del Sol and shooting off my blog, as I am expected back at Sunshine for a couple of drinks and some volleyball (having taken the afternoon off from diving). I think I will even splurge the $12 or so for a massage afterwards…..yes, you may think “dirty old man”, but you haven’t seen the women in the place I am thinking of going to. I play volleyball against them (Team Thai-Burma v. Team Pharang with a token Burmese). They’re nice people, but brother, they ain’t lookers. To be honest, after the four dive day yesterday and the dives today along with lumping tanks about the dive boat as part of my diveboat cover, my back is killing me. A massage and some good prescription muscle relaxants (after a few beers no doubt) should do the trick. Relax….I don’t dive again until tomorrow afternoon.
So here’s the bummer news potentially…..the missus is stuck on a deal in T.O. and just let me know (after being woken at 12:30 a.m. to hear about me passing my DM) that there is a chance she will not be able to fly out and arrive on the 23rd. Which just sucks. It means she won’t actually get here until Boxing Day. Which doubly sucks, because we booked a place over on Koh Phanang to chillax a little for three days, starting on the 26th, so that’ll likely be kyboshed too if that happens. She’s hoping to get it dealt with by then, but the threat is there.
This also means my toaster will be delayed. Hey!!! Dammit. I’ve switched from cornflakes at home to muesli….guess I will have to enjoy that and bananas a few days more. Le sigh.
So the beer, foot scrub, garlic bread at Café del Sol (shhhh, my guilty treat…oooooooh, love, that’ll go straight to your hips……oooooooh, pet, shut your mouth) and possibly a massage are not just a treat for finishing my DM but also a feeling sorry for myself treat.
Now I just have to panic about the snorkel test. Ay Caramba. They were hoping the Missus would be here for it. I actually think it may be a good thing if she doesn’t see it. As most of you know she has seen me in a complete drunken stupor a number of times and boy, it ain’t a good thing. I have a feeling it may look worse in a tropical clime where the a/c consists of a fan above the bed. Oh, happy vomitorium, how sweet though are. At least the bathroom is fully hose-downable. Eeeeuuuwww this could get nasty.
Oh shit, I have to go get my laundry!!!
Later kiddies…..tomorrow may be delayed depending on whether I drink a bundle tonight….
1 comment:
congratulations on finishing! You still look like my little brother, with or without the hair. I remember the first time you had no hair, but that was about 34 years ago!
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