So, sorry I haven't written, I've actually been working! Three days in a row now, and I'm working again tomorrow. One of our boats is out on charter, which means that we've been filling Tusa III to capacity (40 people on today, including staff!). So I've been working really hard, but mostly it has been fun. Yesterday was less than fun, because the evening before I went out drinking with some guys I work with (Jon was working at the hospital) (and yes, it was all guys. I work with a lot of guys. Matt, Tim, Ollie, Nathan, Joel, Justin, and I went and had drinks.) It's a little weird, because we go to the closest bar to the dock, but that happens to be at a nice hotel. This is the Tides Bar. It's just a promotional picture, and you can't see much. But you can see the image they are trying to portray. Not targeting dirty boat staff.
They are used to us, though, and a lot of other boat staff drinks there too, but it does feel a little weird to be wet and and wearing running shoes in this nice wood panelled bar. Beers are $2.50 from 5-7, so we go there a good bit. On Thursday I made the mistake of going with the "I'll have whatever you're having" method of having drinks bought for me. It was a mistake, because the only locally made (and therefore cheap) liquor in Australia is Bundaberg Rum (or Bundy). Is it just me, or does the Bundy Bear look a little seductive?
That meant I drank a lot of rum and cokes, and I am generally not a rum drinker. So even though I came home at 8 and was in bed by 9:15, I was feeling pretty rough the next day at work. Which is especially rough when you work on a boat. Which got me thinking... I'm basically a pirate. Because they drank a lot of rum, must have gotten hung over, and then went and braved the high seas. This was how I consoled myself on the way to work: thinking of myself as a pirate. I can't believe I'm admitting it.Yarrrr!
Anyway, today was much better, since I wasn't hung over. It was, however, a dramatic day. I had four Americans for introductory divers, which I thought would be fun because they would all understand my accent. We had various ear problems and panic attacks, nothing out of the ordinary, but I only actually ended up taking one woman for a dive. She was pretty good, but not the strongest swimmer. On the second dive, we jumped into the water first (along with one other diver), and everything seemed okay until we got out of the shadow of the boat. A really strong current had developed. The guy with us got up towards the front of the boat when I realized the woman wasn't moving forward with us-- in fact, she was going backwards. So I told the guy to wait for me up on the mooring line while I swam about 50 feet back to get Ellie. The swim back to her was easy, but towing her back to the boat against the current was a little tricky. While I got her back to the boat, I guess the other guy had let go of the mooring line because his weight belt was slipping off, so Tim had to go get him and bring him back to the boat. Anyway, it all worked out and no one was hurt. It was a little scary though, for a minute.
On a lighter note, when we have Japanese people on the boat, they do a Japanese briefing inside while we do an English briefing outside. They finished first today, and Tim was still going through our briefing, which includes a quick lesson on how to use the marine heads (=boat toilets). He goes over to the bathroom and opens the door-- and exposes a Japanese man to about 25 people! I couldn't see the guy, but Tim looked pretty embarrassed. Anyway, figured I would end with something funny rather than nerve racking. (Don't worry Mom/Mimi, my job really isn't dangerous. I did see a shark today! It was only about 4 feet long, though.) All is well, working again tomorrow, but I'm sure I'll write more when I'm not working!