And Then There Was One Backpack 4/2/11

Woke up at 630 so I could try to get online to talk to Harriet. It didn’t work so I called instead, we had some coffee from 7-11, and waited for the minibus to arrive. While we waited for a breakfast place to open, there was a stray dog hanging out with us- super friendly. We caught the minibus to the harbor where the Thai Navy resides and we caught a speed boat to the dive boat. We immediately did our first dive. The visibility wasn’t the best but it was still beautiful. All the fish and plant life were amazing. We eventually noticed my backpack wasn’t in the same area as Andy’s, but didn’t make a big deal about it until it was time for us to go to our rooms and my bag was nowhere to be found. How does that even happen? Am I the only person who never got theirs back? This system has always worked for them in the past? Andy even asked the guys at the harbor if we should carry our bags on board- they said no they’ve got it. Our dive master (Clinton- hot 25 Aussie with dreads) said it’s either on the speedboat taking the people back to the harbor (which I didn’t think it was) or on the other boat which was going to heading north later that day. It wasn’t a big deal until we found out the boat had already left and my bag wasn’t going to be back until Monday evening (and we are heading to Bangkok that morning). I wasn’t freaking out, but we told them they needed to ship my bag back to the US since we were leaving in a couple days. The tour leader Adam didn’t act like the owner of the company was going to ship my bag back, not like there’s any other possible solution. Anyways, we did a night dive which was very cool. I love night dives, I feel like I'm in outer space (whatever that might feel like). All the animals in the ocean were sleeping but it was still a cool experience. In all we did 4 dives and they were all pretty amazing.

Sleeping in the boat sucked. Andy passed out as soon as he hit the bed like he usually does- in the other twin bed. My legs were itching so much I couldn't stop scratching. The boat was rocking back and forth so my feet and head took turns going up and down. To make things better, someone left the door open upstairs so it slammed each time the boat moved- for hours and hours. My back hurt, I barely slept. Tomorrow is another day and I'll be sleeping on land.