So we came to Utila to really wind down after a month long spiritual course. Dancing, debauchery and diving - WIN. Well i never expected to dive but Jerome had booked us into a hostel which turned out to be a dive shop (Cross Creek). It was also a celebratory weekend as it was Katy’s birthday, we went out straight away to check out the town and get intoxicated. We decided to all go diving 'when in Rome' an all that. The next day we started our open water PADI qualifications, me, Daisy and Jerome. Katy started her advanced. It was soo good, the feeling of being underwater, swimming with the fishes. Its like no other feeling. Its AmaZING! There’s only a couple of bars here, the main ones being Tree Tanic (voted in top five bars of the world), Tranquilla is on the water, open late, and there’s a couple of others. I meet a guy in Tree Tanic, Zion who is a tattoo artist. I see his work and immediately know he is the guy to do my tattoo. We hang out a lot other the next week and i decide the new moon night is the perfect time to do it, we finally reach a design we both love. I finish my open water, and instinctively just move onto advanced. Jerome and Katy leave back to Belize, Daisy gets herself a temporary boyfriend, and i’m just 'hanging' assessing the whole situation. The tattoo experience was incredible, i am a pussy kat, it hurt, so i tried EVerythink. It took about four hours and was a great experience and im really happy, we go out straight after and dance the night away. In the back of my mind i keep forgetting to check my bank balance. So i naturally start my advanced as im hooked on diving. Then i go to withdraw some money for fun times, DENIED. Oh no.
So i move out of Cross Creek and into the tattoo studio which happens to be a three bedroom house. Im renting the ‘sofa’ for 50bucks a month but i get a room until some housemates turn up. Zions friend has taken a liken to me and is keen to be my boyfriend, so he fixes me up a bike, and shows me some sights, he is not my type unfortunately. So i fix up the house nice in return for nearly free living, so nice having my own pad to finish my studies. Now ive got a hammock too on the veranda. So now i need some money, i look around town for jobs which little to no luck. A Scottish chick is shot in the back in a bar by this crazy American dude who went crazy after someone poisoned his dogs, he was a quiet man who ran a barbecue restaurant, he tried to shot three people. Theres a lot of Americans living here, and theres a lot of localism, drugs, guns and gangsters, this is kept quite down low and this shooting was a freak accident thing.
Time passes, im anxious and depressed, i start to get involved on the local low down. In the bar one evening and the English team needs a girl for the beer olympics on St. Paddys day. The next morning i wake up at midday wondering why the hell i signed up for beer olympics when i dont even drink drink beer, but with only 2 hours to go to start i have to get myself up around and in the mood. Such a hard life. I immediately change the team name to The Badgers Nutz, luckily theres not much beer involved, about 7quid to enter and as much rum punch as one can drink all day. It was a great day, sunshine, sand, sea, competitiveness, silly games including flippy cup, boat race, volleyball, mud wrestling and tug of war. Lots of hula hooping, when it was dark and the party had been cranked up somewhat people were diving through the hoop for ages, even when it was like 5/6ft high, hehe they regretted that the next day, hula hoop limbo, the last thing clear account i remember was the boat race, where u have to down a bottle of beer in one. After that it becomes somewhat vague. My bike was stolen that night, have no idea why i cycled to the bar and didn't chain it up, Doh! The next day is spent laying on the dock catching rays and sinking into the ocean when the feeling on being cooked gets too much.
The day after my friend takes me on a tour of the island, which doesn’t take too long as its so small here, think its 11 miles long, although that feels like a lot, everything is mainly centered around the main strip, which takes about 25 minutes to walk the entire stretch, no one really does that thou, if i don't have a bike i don't go really. I am then preparing myself for the full moon party at Bandu beach, girls free before 10, so i arrive with 3 minutes left to spare before an 80l fee is slapped on. A good night was had by all, there was rumours that a Guatemalian anthropologist stated that the Mayan calendar said there was due to be an earthquake on a large scale that would instigate a tsunami effect and that being in Utila would be a bad place to be. The beach was amazing that night; it was on the edge of the island with a large shallow expanse of water for drunken wadding. Lost my purse that night with my bank cards in. The next day i'm offered a job at Tree Tanic which will be lots of fun, might even quit the job at Tranquillas just to work there more. Got myself a new bike, a rad bmx WITH brakes. Cost me 50bucks. Had it less than 24 hours before someone jumped my locked high fence and came and took it from the yard. Great.
So ive got zero bikes now, how many bikes? Zero bikes. Got one bank card left but no passcode to swap any funds across to it. One of my jobs gave me an ultimatum to give up one of the other jobs, and i have no fixed abode. Its not the greatest situation, but then im on a carribean island with lots of fun and happiness going down every day. Theres got to be some form of balance in there somewhere. My housemate had a attempted robbery on him last night, he knocked the robbers out which is lucky. Daily life here is a struggle by day and a celebration by night that i completed another day, it definitely helps that my jobs give me free alcohol and on Tuesdays there is free alcohol anyway at la piratas. Depression has kicked in and my mood returns to the likeness of the wavy ocean. A rollercoaster ride that is kats mind.
So difficult trying to finish the masters degree, work jobs, find a suitable place to live, and have a good time oh and nurse the hangovers, i realise im still not very good at managing stress. I move out and via a friends house to my own room, for a reasonable price, then all my friends say its underneath a crackheads house and he will probably try to rob my stuff when i'm not there. so i go to work a little dampened and a German dude who prints t-shirts offers me his spare apartment in his garden in exchange for some maintenance work, he will pick me up in the morning. Excellent. The new pad, Martins Place, is Purrfect! i have my own little wooden lodge with kitchen and bathroom, veranda and hammock (essential) and flowers and fruits outside, there are animals, dogs cats, lizards and crabs, oh and hummingbirds. I have found my sanctuary.
I lost my amazing sunglasses, i still think someone stole them from my friends house whilst i was sleeping, mind you i lost my flip flops too, which is bad, cause although i prefer to wear no shoes, i got drunk when i was being paid to dj at Tree Tanic, i got free drinks all night and never played any music, i ran to my friends house, he lived down a very long drive which was made of broken up coral, so thats were the bloody feet came from, then i went to the local doctors house, this crazy arse American dude, i met him the night before at the beach party, after they stopped the music cause Dr John was nearly or involved in a fight, i was delighted to finally meet him after i had heard so much crazy shit about him. He just kept saying he was a violent man and liked to fight, i thought he was hilarious and laughed at him. So whilst everyone had moved up to Bar in the Bush, the only night club here, me and a friend went to Dr. Johns house, must of been about 1am, he was there face full of face paint, high and drunk having a great time, so we all sit around and have a laugh except it ends up me and Dr. John having a loud arguement up close, Baron is in the back doing the diving sign for no air, or other words Shut up! hehe that was a fun night, when we left i walked into an invisible barb wire fence. Then it was time for home, or dock party, swimming :)
I think one day an anonymous story will be written so it can be unfiltered. My diet consists of peanut butter sandwiches, pastilitos, which are deep fried packets of meat, hot meat injection, and baleadas. some people ’ say i need to grow an ego and ‘have a bigger cock than others’, i say ‘no, why should i change myself for others’ i will adapt i just need to maintain the kitty kat inside it all, and i refuse to conform, im no conformist, i will be successful here and i wont change to be a dickhead to do so. Peace.
Things are wonderful and obsurd all at same time. I get to hang out on yachts, go on speed boats around the island, go the the little keys, phat parties, shit parties, hula head banging, love, hate, politics and fun. no restrictions fun. well no restrictions in the restricted space of what is available to Utila. I will no doubt be sad to leave, but Kitty Kat is definitely landing on the feet. with only 7 days left to hand the master degree back for the last time, a key party in the midst and 4 shifts at work, i'm in for a busy week ahead, and then its semana santa - easter so will be working every day for 10 days probably, then i will finish my advanced course then head to the everglades hopefully before setting sail for home. Happy Dayz, and tonight a Canadian friend is dj-ing at the bar in the bush so im looking forward to my first installment of good music here. whoop, its only been 5 weeks or so.
More adventures next time. meow
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