This month has just seen semana santa, the busiest time of the year other than xmas, Tranquila wanted me to work every day for 10days hopefully finishing by 5am every night. This was very displeasing to the soul, it was such a looming chore that i thought about quitting, but im not a quitter i hear myself say. The final night of the masters hand in, i was supposed to work however a hurdle came up which delayed me somewhat so i told them i could not work, so i worked on my masters all night at Dr.Johns house, handed it in at 4.26am 34 minutes before due time. I left about 9am after dabbling in some party antics and went home to freshen up, feeling the heavy masters burden lifted i headed to underwater vision to celebrate, on arrival i hear of a keys trip, to water key on a boozey party afternoon. I definitely remember going there, i remember touring the island in a matter of 5 minutes, i remember swimming and dancing, and then the next thing you know im on land at the bar, on one of my ‘i’ve lost everything....again’ missions. I had somehow picked up an annoying Australian sleazeball following me around so my good friend zion gave me an excuse to leave, in between i have a vague memory of walking the length on the main street (long road) before realising left my phone at the bar and riding a motorcycle back. I woke up several hours later on jamies veranda about midnight with no-one around, i had only missed the bar hadn’t i. Doh. So i headed home to catch some more zzzs. The next day i go to check on the doctor who had made it through night 2 with no sleep, however i found him sleeping rather uncomfortably on the sofa with what looked like refried beans all over him. I tended to the baby parakeets Kit and Kat and then left for a chess date. That weekend the doctor took me out to Pumpkin hill to stay in a lovely house in the bush, some time away from Utila was very much required. However we stayed up all night talking, drawing, exploring and dancing, and the next day i could not sleep, i had been very run down to this point and this was the pinnacle day of being physically exhausted. We stumbled through the bush after sunset to walk back to the main road where we could get signal to call a taxi, i was supposed to work in an hour at Tranquila and i had no interest whatsoever in going. So i didn’t. And i didn’t call, cause i got home and past straight out for the next 14hours. The next day i found out i had been unscheduled because of the 2 ‘no shows’= wicked. Another burden lifted off my shoulders. The following week and to this day, is spent lesuirely touring the island, the caves, the beaches, more caves, a crashed cocaine plane in the bush, smashing coconuts, beautiful beaches, volleyballs, mangos, freediving, climbing trees for fruits, trying to conserve energy in the heat, searching for the breeze or letting it find you, cycling all day, meeting wonderful people by night, drinking, propositions, sleazey guys, nice guys, shit music, satisfactory music, occasional ‘tunez’, and of course hooping.
Oh for gods sake, I love it here who am i kidding, i have a life here, i have friends, i know most of the island by now, and if i don’t know them i prob know their mates, its lushish here, fruits, vegetables, herbs, sunshine, fish, volleyball, hooping, friendly happy people, fun, jungle, caves, and more sunshine. There is a new future queen as from today 5am. Its exciting. My days are spent lounging around in place to place, forgaing for fruits, feeding my addictions to coconut water and mangos, evenings spent dancing in the street or working in the tree house. I never make plans here i see people when i see people, you could walk down the street and fall into a different social situation at any point if you like. Ive finally feel like i have love for this island and im about to go, maybe its the time, i couldn’t leave without having love for the place, having conquered this challenge of surviving on ‘the rock’, with many stories to tell and experiences to be turned into wisdom some day. It rained today, for the first time in about 2 monthes, its was lovely, i just sat under a tree drinking coconut water, now the sky is turning blue again but i can tell its going to rain again soon. This is a good sign for me. It rains a lot when i leave places and it makes me feel excited about the future and wonder whether ill ever return to teaspoon island.
Yesterday the 4th of May, i thought i had to leave, as i thought i was flying on Thursday morning. my last night was spent hanging with my favorite friends, however a film and Kitty's isn't a good combo so i was asleep for much of the time. bummer. i woke up the next morning at 6am to hear torrential downpour outside. Haven't seen rain like this since England. I start to panic i should have left the day before in case of problems. I finish packing and head out to find my special friend Rick who i am very sad about leaving here. He opens my last coconut here and we share the milk and meat. Then i head to underwater vision dive shop to say goodbye to some friends there, then to the cinema for breakfast and a final smoothie, which she gives to me on the house for being such a customer, great. im so sad i don't want to leave. i get on the ferry at 2, a very painful goodbye to Rick and i spend the crossing watching the island disappear into the horizon, so i decide to go to sleep until i reach the mainland. God this is an awful feeling, not being on the island. I share a taxi ride to the bus station where the bus to San Pedro Sula is awaiting. Then theres a taxi waiting for me to take me to the airport. delighted at being at the airport i find a seat to do some internet surfing until the desk opens. It doesn't take long before i realise i'm a day early for my flight and i'll have to spend the next 28 hours in the airport to wait. i sleep in a chair which has a plug nearby, the only place in the airport outside Dunkin Doughnuts, the sleep is less than comfortable, and the airport is busy at 5am! WTF.
So gutted i missed a night on Utila, a wednesday too which is my favorite night out of the week there. and the time lost to spend with friends, an evening spent feeling sad for my loss. however the following day brings fellow islanders to the airport hungover with more island stories of sniffing beer through snorkels and g string wearing graduates.
Utila truly did earn a place in my heart and in exchange i have given Utila a piece of my heart, forever it will stay until one day we are reunited once again.
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