The beautiful, Maui morning started out at Fred’s, the bar/Mexican restaurant our friends frequented for breakfast due to their buy one, get one drink specials. The food was mediocre, but the bartender kept everyone coming back for more with her generous pours. We all downed some really bad coffee, and those competing in the events prepared their stomachs with a hearty base of carbs and exactly one drink on the hour, every hour. The atmosphere of excited competition was tangible. After missing out on the gold for the past two years in a row, Matt and his team were ready
August Our coworker had a friend come stay with us for a month to do his divemaster training. Becoming a divemaster is the first step towards professional training in the dive world. A proper internship usually takes around a month, where you do all your training, whilst learning how to work in the setting of a dive shop. Fletch and I both did the same internship in Honduras, just a year apart. That is how we met. That is what started this blog. That is what turned my life into this awesome adventure, that one divemaster internship in Roatan. Having had
A great deal of thought and planning went into this year’s New Year’s Eve celebration. Fletch and I were at home in our tiny, mustard-walled, one-room apartment playing with Ratu Kitty Cooper (our kitty that I now realize I have failed to welcome into our lives with a proper blog post. That will come shortly). Fletch asked, "So what are we doing for New Year’s this year?" I thought about it for a good 60 seconds. These things are very important decisions. Kitty rolled over and stretched. “Beachcomber?” I asked after a minute. Beachcomber Island is another island in the
10:00 AM I miss the days of being jet lagged and waking up at 6AM ready to roll. I always wanted to be a morning person but it just never worked out for me. I could set five different alarms and sleep through every one of them. Maybe I should look for a job product-testing alarm clocks. Luckily these days I don’t have any reason to set an alarm unless it’s a dive day. Otherwise I roll out of bed around ten. I know, life’s rough. 12:00 PM Normally we’ll cook breakfast at any hour of the day, but Fletch and I have
Happy 4th of July to everyone back home! We had a party here last night for all of our American friends and everyone else who wanted to come celebrate with us. We even had a surprise guest who ended up being the life of the party. Meet the praying mantis who came out to celebrate her freedom. We could almost hear her miniature squee of delight when Fletch offered her some cheese. She made a few new friends, always remembering that eye contact is crucial. She accessorized some already stylin' hats. She tried some of our homemade jungle juice (or hunch punch). And she even