Monthly Archives: February 2011

A grand don’t come for free

Well lookie here – almost a thousand hits on my new blog thingy – Aren’t things going awfully well.  And what is really going to piss you all off is where i am right now, writing this entry.  Sitting nicely at anchor between St Kitts & Nevis !! You have to love modern technology.

Tomorrow we head to Antigua – not my favourite place in the world.  You may remember that last season i endured 4 months sitting in Antigua waiting and waiting and waiting, got so bored shitless with the place that i actually quit my job.

I am lucky i guess – i never expected to get time or internet access to be able to write here for a while.  I am still learning this new layout stuff and i do have some more modifications that i want to make but i need quiet time to do that but when it happens, expect a completely new theme yet again.  I am beginning to feel like the developers at facebook – always changing things, constantly – until i get it the way that i want but i am close now.

I have been reading the news today – amazing the course of democracy is taking around the world.  Tunisia, Egypt, Libya and i even heard a snifter from Morocco too.  It is all too easy for us westerners to complain about our politicians and our democratic system – of course it has flaws, its not perfect, and never will be because it is democratic – but would you take to the streets of your country and risk being shot dead to fight for it?  I doubt it!  I can’t imagine what it is like to live in a regime where that can happen – imagine the soldiers orders – shoot your people or we will shoot you – ring any bells ? Very similar to the Nazi regime of fear. Gaddafi will put up a big fight though, i have no doubt about that, there will be more bloodshed sadly – but in the end the people will win.

Maybe one fine day we will see North Korea also crumble into a democratic state instead of a brainwashed civilisation.

I am now missing europe quite badly and long to return home.  I know it may sound unbelievable to hear but i am sick and tired of the Caribbean.  In the last 4 years i have spent about a year here, many people would love the chance but it is just a bit too tacky, under developed, full of yachtie wankers for my liking. I even had a dream last night that my wicked mondeo was finally fixed and it had been fitted with a steering wheel like KIT has in Knight Rider – I was burning through some bends with the new engine fitted, pulling like 10 men, gripped with my new Firestones – then i also realised i had a Toyota Hi-Lux that had just been returned to me with a shite paint job.  Then strangely enough, i woke up!  Weird sometimes, the crap that flows through my head.

Still waiting for the finals on the new house – not sure what is going on at the moment, something about the building i have been using as my kitchen being illegal.  Normally, with illegal buildings in portugal, they make you pull them down – however in my case because i want to pull it down, they won’t let me.  Sometimes i wonder how such a stunning country can be inhabited by such backward people.  You would imagine that a completely legal build would be passed without delay so that the local economy can absorb my money.  Of course, i see their plan – they want a bribe, a back hander – so crooked is the Algarve.

Lets see what tomorrow brings


The sweet smell of sucess

Finally, i made it !  I got the layout almost perfect and also the navigation just about cock on.  I would like to thank my ‘Happiness Engineer’ for their assistance.  Happiness Engineer is not some new slang term for anything kinky – it is simply the support dudes that help you when you have a problem.

Of course that leads me somewhere new.  Normally, online support can take a while, you kind of know that when you send that message, you ‘aint gonna get a reply – Happiness Engineers on the other hand, respond within 24 hours and in a language that you can understand.  Daryl – stand up and take a bow !!

I am now thinking that it was worth the cost to join up with these guys.  It’s good when things work out like that.

Does anyone know where Lexa is?  I haven’t heard from her in a while.

So my Caribbean antics for this year will soon draw to a close.  We have guests arriving next week and will be busy for the next 6 weeks so don’t expect too much from me.  Still waiting to find out where we will go from here.  There is a possibility that we will head to Florida to do some work before gently chugging across the Atlantic back to Europe.  A month in the States – that is surely going to piss Susan off thats for sure !

Saturday, I have a double dive planned before heading out on the town for what will be my last weekend off for 6 weeks.  Not sure what i will get up to but if Maj the Vaj has anything to do with it, it will be a late one.  Sunday will be my day of rest as it’s my turn to do ‘watch’ so expect a flurry of photos to hit the site then

So its all looking peachy!

Do you still have ‘bob a job’ week ?

 

 

 


Guetta came and went

And to be honest, i am glad i sold my ticket.  A 4 hour drive to get there, doors open at 8pm and a wait until 2am for the man to appear on stage.

If that wasn’t bad enough, for the first hour or so he played all new stuff which no-one knew.  It wasn’t until people started leaving that he realised the error of his ways and changed his tunes (excuse the pun).

Instead, i opted for a weekend of scuba – which ultimately thanks to Mr. Guetta also didn’t go exactly as planned.  After putting the tickets on his FB page, my phone went mental.  Once all the tickets were sold, i stopped answering the phone.  One persistent caller tried 10 times before i set the phone to automatically drop their calls.

Saturday morning i got up at 06:45, had a shave so that my mask sealed properly and then at 07:30 headed off with Maj the Vaj to the dive shop.  No-one there so went and had a coffee before returning 20 minutes later – still no-one there.  I called the contact number only to be told that diving was cancelled for saturday as there were not enough people.  They had tried to call me on friday night.  Turns out, the persistent caller that i blocked wasn’t after Guetta tickets at all, it was the dive shop trying to tell me i could sleep in as there was no diving.

Instead, i rented a car and Maj the Vaj and me headed to ‘La Parede’ for a potential surf session.  It wasn’t too bad, i rented a board and paddled out.  Only problem was, i think i was about 20 kilos too heavy for the board – every time i stood up, i buried the nose.  We stopped for lunch and then tried again – this time i grabbed a ‘foamy’, essentially a beginners board.  It had much more float but was an absolute bastard to turn so i ended up riding in a straight line on the white water.  All those years of surfing to end up exactly where i started!!

Sunday had better potential – a dive trip was on! 20 people on the boat – it sounded a bit hectic for me, and proved to be too. A group of 10 people with just 1 guide, shite visibility, nothing to see and yet again returning to the surface with half a tank of air.

The second dive went better – i did offer to help the guide by closing the group at the back but he wasn’t interested in my offer.  Yet again, surfacing with half a tank of air.

The highlight of the trip was in the cruise back in.  The captain spotted a pair of hump backs coming towards us in the shallow water.  We slowed up and got along side them, about 10 meters from their side – then they went tail up and dived away from us.

Thursday is drawing near, dropping our lines and heading back to St Maarten for a week until our next guests arrive.  Puerto Rico is a great place but i am now ready to move on – soon be back in Europe.

Sometimes life really can be an ‘Endless Summer’


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