I have skipped a few entries due to then being so boring there not worth one.
Today was Ian birthday, and for the first time we over slept, my alarm didn't go off, I checked and it just didn't work. Although this was a genuine problem wasn't worth using as an excuse, the oldest one in the book. Felt a bit guilty, but soon got over that when we were issued our jobs.
Everything needed to go down to the beach. Sun beds, lots and lots of drinks, coconuts, BBQs, speakers, cookers, everything!! Lots of trips, up down, up then down... After digging the BBQs into the sand ready for tonights feast, we went for quick swim to wash the sand off. One of the blacks came running down the steps and waved us over and up to him. When we arrived at the top PJ went mental. She was saying we were expensive to keep, that she could hire 10 locals for what it costs to keep us (3 small meals a day) and that we can't afford to go into the sea on their busiest day of the year!! I was so so so close to loosing my cool and flipping, telling her that we eat barely anything, are sleeping in a sauna of a tent, work 14 hour days everyday, no breaks, taking full advantage of us and making us do the worst jobs because were temporary. Can the locals speak English? Be polite to guests, bring in extra income? The answer would be no! The only thing stopping me walking away right then was the dive qualification Tom was owed. I bit my lip and didn't even mutter, just was screaming in my head, ungrateful.....!
Maybe it was me that was being ungrateful, that I was bitter from Christmas and didn't expect my second favourite day of the year to be much different.
The day carries on as usual, jobs until dark when we were permitted to get ready for the evening. Since we had arrived Tom and I hadn't drank, I was expecting to make up for it tonight.
Coconut cocktails, beers and a genuine feast. The food tonight almost made up for Christmas's lack of food. Prawns that were all at least 6inches long usually shipped to fine French restaurants, Ian knows the owners of prawn farm. Followed by thick rump steaks from S.A, bread, salad the works, I filled up to the brim.
The night continued getting better, dancing on the beach, speaking to mum and grandparents at 0000 here 2200 in England which probably worked out well for all.
Happy new year!!