Dive

I managed to get out and go diving again over the weekend. It seems to be either that or get drunk. This weekend I may get to go diving from a boat. While the boat isn’t really necessary, you can swim out to most dive sites from the beach, it is convenient for storing all of the crayfish. We will see.

Since this blog is also my dive log (dlog?) , Keith and I went to North Star (after trying to dive on a wreck only to find a fin had lost a heel strap as we were about to get wet). We stayed down until the air ran out at 60ft (45mins or so). Second dive on the Wall for a good time, not a long time at average of 40ft (someones head hurt ~ 20mins). Came up with 500psi and 1000+psi. I had 12lbs of weight (see if I can remember that for next time), with a steamer and 80°F (26°C) water. And was still cold. So there.

Homeless

I’ve just noticed that my blog is getting more hits now than it was at the peak of my cycling. It cannot be that I am more interesting now… Perhaps one of the search engines has found me.

But last night for some reason I was thinking about homeless people. And I thought about it for a minute, and realised that if you twist the popular definition somewhat I could fit into that category. It has been 21 continuous months that I have been without a home. I wonder how many Chemical Engineers can say that! I might have clocked up 2 years, except I should have a home in Barcelona next month. I wont be there, but that is a different matter.

A year ago

It is already a year since I hit Ushuaia. That went quick. Just think… I could have ridden back to North America by now – instead I went and saw some of Canada, got a job, saw some of the US, and became a resident of Spain.

St Patrick

So , I’m back in St Croix. My time in Barcelona went quickly. It felt like a holiday – it was about that length.

Today is St Patricks day. I’m not wearing green – the festivities have already been completed. Saturday, all of the white people in St Croix got together for a parade near Fort Christianstead (one of the local jokes is this is a white peoples holiday, and more or less it is true). The police closed off the whole town (all two streets), and a handful of floats drove around a loop. I know at least a few of the floats did laps. Two weeks ago it was Carnival in Sitges. Being kind, you couldn’t make a comparison. But soon after the parade it became evident that the parade was a mere excuse to get most of the drinking population on island together for a royal piss-up. I must say they carried out the second part of the day with… enthusiasm. Parade at 11am. First ambulance I saw was at 1pm. Passed out in the gutter from 1:30 onwards. Somehow, some managed to party on into the night. Needless to say, it was pretty quiet Sunday morning.

I arrived

Hang about. Did I even write on my blog that I arrived in Spain? I’ve been here a week and a half, and didn’t bother to write. There must have been people all over the world pulling their hair out wondering what happened to me…

It’s ok. You can stop now. I’m safely in Spain. Just south of Barcelona, in the town of Sitges. I’m going to move to Barcelona after the immigration stuff is taken care of (which it more or less is already).

Nothing really exciting is happening, so no really exciting posts. I’ll come up with something soon.