Time to moon the Full Moon Party

So the resident guila monster has not been seen in my bedroom for a couple of days. Although he may have scared the living daylights out of me before, I now miss him. Bless him. He made me feel like the mozzies should be scared. I mean he could easily eat a small dog, so surely mozzies must be like snacking on popcorn to him. Even the little geckos seem to have vacated Chez Chris today.

Le sigh.

Chris had a long day today (yes, I did just talk about myself in the third person). He helped Natalie and Michael teach 9 students open water in the pool. And we had some panickers in the water….oddly enough, all of who were English girls. The confined water portion, which should take two hours, took four and a quarter hours. Long time in the pool.

Although I did manage to knock off another couple of requirements for my DM. I completed the tread water for 15 minutes with hands in the air for the last two minutes and scored a 5 (out of a maximum of 5). Boy was I pooped. I also completed my tired diver tow for 100 metres. I did it in 2:22, which earned me a four. So out of my water skills (of which there are four), I know have 9 points. I need a total of 12 from the four combined to pass, meaning I need three more points in any combination from my 800m snorkel and my 400m freestyle swim. You may think “who couldn’t swim 800m with a snorkel and 400m with just their swimming costume on”, but then you are not taking into account that they are both timed. Luckily, even if I completely stuff the 400m swim (the skill I am most worried about and only score a 1, I can still do fairly poorly on my snorkel too and pass with a 2. So the good scores in the tread and tow should be of great assistance.

Oh, yeah and I scored a perfect score in demonstrating my mask removal and replacement underwater. I only have the 2nd skillset to go to complete that portion of my DM. I did one the second day I was on the island and scored 90%, so I think I should do a lot better this time around having watched a bunch of instructors repeatedly demonstrating the skills. I will actually try and get on an additional skillset this Saturday just to practice.

This’ll raise a smirk, but even though I almost died on my run the other morning I really really felt like going for a run tonight. But then I sat down for half an hour when I got back to Sunshine from Bans this evening (I was asked to sit in on Natalie’s afternoon lecture to the o/w students). That killed that notion. Instead it was home for a shower and then down to Choppers for the internet. But I will do some sit-ups and press-ups and stretches tonight. I won’t be going running in the morning either, the next two days start at 7:15 a.m. at Sunshine, meaning I have to be up and at’em by 6:20 if I want my rice and eggs on the way to work.

Oh, talking of which, it was very cute this morning. I stop of at Fishy’s for the usual. I have been on Koh Tao 11 days now. I have had rice and eggs at Fishy’s about 6 times (at $1.40 who can blame me). The lady was cooking a breakfast for another table, when pop, she slides rice and eggs in front of me! She made it without even letting me order. I found it cute at the time, but what if I wanted something else? Luckily, I didn’t and likely won’t, so I don’t think I will be pulling a strop. But 6 visits in a little under two weeks and already she knows my face.

This morning was, by the way, brutal. Last night there was a full moon party on the island. It was on the other side of the mountain, i.e. totally on the other side of the island with a sizeable landmass in between the party and Chez Chris. Despite this, I could hear the boom boom boom of the base. Until 5:30. I know I slept for most of it, but people, come on. From what I can gather, a full moon party is simply a big rave type thing on a beach where everyone is loaded and drugged up. Sounds like it would be quite messy to me, guess I am a prude in my old age. A few nights from now there is a “castle party”. This one may seriously irritate. There is a bar/restauranty thing literally steps from the bottom of the apartment complex. Every now and then it puts on something similar to a full moon party. In one room. 100m’s from Chez Chris. Yay. Party on dudes. I will be drinking a lot and then take a sleeping tablet. Someone call my missus and my mum if there is still no blog after four days. I’ll be the one in the coma.

Oh crap. I just realized I was supposed to set up Sunshine’s beach volleyball team this week. We’re going to play against the Ban’s people. Start up a good sporting rivalry. I really need to get on to that.

So to surprise you all, this will be a short blog tonight. Nothing incredibly exciting happened and I am shortly off for Mexican with James and Carroll.

But before I go I received a humourous message today from Heather “Tanked” Landymore. She uses the same cleaning lady we do back in Toronto, Ana (although I think Ana has to work about twice as hard at Heather’s).

So Heather has a shelf above her sink in her bathroom. She keeps her toothpaste on it. Well Ana came and cleaned the house a day ago. Heather, being Heather, got up the next morning and brushed her teeth (I know, I know, first time for everything). Except, it wasn’t toothpaste. Personally I think she was likely still tanked, but she says she just wasn’t paying attention because she always keeps her toothpaste there. Turns out that factor 30spf sun block doesn’t taste so great in the mouth.

Yes!!! Someone else having something shit happen for a change.

Oh, for those FB friends of mine, there are a couple more pics online. For some reason it is incredibly difficult to upload, but I persevere.

And my final note, I am realizing sitting here in Choppers waiting for James and Carroll, that I am slowly becoming immune to people smoking EVERYWHERE. There are people all around eating and drinking and cigarette smoke wafting everywhere. It’s actually so bad that the other day an instructor, who will go unmentioned, was leaning over a student who had just puked from sea sickness, blowing smoke in her face as she is green to the gills and asking her if she is alright. Ah the Brits and their fags….

On that note, a demain, mon amies.