Day 3: It has been well over a year since I complete the PADI openwater course, thus I found myself snorkeling among divers. Received a short history of freediving, which I discovered is a perpetual thing, half of every breath for most people is used for free dive chattery. If you were wondering how commited some of these individuals are let me tell you ~ so passionate are they, they will flood their nasal passages by snorting up the sea. This will continue until their head is fully saturated, like a cranial fishbowl, thus allowing them to descend to great depths without the inconvenience of needing to equalize.  There is also the story of the diver from some Italian of Grecian village who at the turn of the century was pressed by the government to find and retrieve a lost anchor. So this man jumped in the water swam down found the anchor and tied it up. He was down for five minutes at a depth of 140 meters. This only being possible because science did not exist at the time.

After, Jermaine who arrived one day after me, from one hour away in New York, who is staying one room away, studying for the same certification, and I went to dinner. We were stopped on the way by a man on a bicycle. This man who years ago ran a pirate radio station from the abandoned hilltop-peak  teak castle after a mere minute he offered us both jobs on a gold dredge in Nome Alaska. I must find this man again. We made it to the Main Street(restaurant) and were joined by a Canadian couple, soon talk of aerospace engineering evolved into a science fiction film script in which Earth begins sending convicts to Mar to serve their life sentences  only to rapidly advance technologically and invade earth 35 years later.

Had drinks at Treetantic (a tree house bar with wonderlandesque path ways, bridges, gazebos and caves) I now know why building supplies are so sparse on the island; they all ended up here. Stopped back at the dock where some old ex-pats were smoking , with them was a character whom they call Hurricane Fifi, the story goes, 35 years ago a five year old Fifi washed up to the island during a hurricane and has been here ever since. Beside the fact this man looked as if he was 60 it seemed plausible, I was happy to grant them the benefit of the doubt with the mathematical error attributed to what in particular these grandparents were smoking.