So I'm sitting here at work (I work in a diving equipment shop), listening to the White Stripes, thinking of Tina who has moved to Argentina with her great boyfriend Leonardo whom she met in Nicaragua, and I can't help but marvel at where life takes us sometimes.

After work: I'm going diving. After diving: I might go on one of Gina and I's great adventures out to the bush.

Introduction:

Gina is another crazy wild soul such as myself...we get along ridiculously well and have similar weird humours and odd things in our heads...and she's from Edmonton too!

Last night was the full moon. So Gina and I put on our bush clothing (the same clothing we wear for expeditions in the bat caves). armed ourselves with a bottle of Plata "Rum" and Gina's sketchy leatherman and we even wore shoes (unlike times before) and set off to the bush.

Initially we were going to stop over by Ed's, with Marion, to play some drunken mini golf. Ed's was closed, so as Marion went to the beach Gina and I climbed the wall around Ed's. Then we yelled out Ed's name again...and again and again, until we eventually gave up, continued sitting on the wall for a while...then continued onwards to the beach. There we hung out with Tooky (the rottweiler Marion's babysitting, who drinks salt water and pees out of his bum, which is a funny sight to see) and Marion on an abandoned washed-up-to-shore boat, amidst much more garbage. We sat there for a while, looking at the waves crashing on each other and the black dead coral, contemplating everything and our full moon adventure to come.

At sunset, which was shining with the brightest orange light over the jungle and the island, Marion and Tooky went on their way , and Gina and I dropped off our bikes, and set out back to the bush.

Night had already fallen and we followed the muddy path to Pumpkin Hill, not using our flashlights due to the surprising amount of luminescence coming from the sky...yet we could never see the full moon.

At the base of the mountain (closest thing to a mountain on this island) we started our journey upwards...surprised by brightness surrounding us yet still not seeing the moon. After climbing a while, we come over a ridge and Lo and Behold! The moon was there, in all it's glory, to meet us! It looked like the mountain was holding the moon on its pinnacle! So we continued, and climbed until we reached the peak of Pumpkin Hill.

Once at the top, with the jungle on one side of us, the ocean on the other, and the moon a blinding beacon of light above us, we could do nothing but get naked!!!!

So we got naked, and stood naked for a while, and drank Plata and looked up to the sky and since we had nothing to sacrifice...we just sacrificed a bit of our plata rum.

Then we wanted to move...or even run...so we put on our shoes (stayed naked, except for our shoes) and ran around the top of Pumkin Hill, making crazy wild woman warrior cries...laughing a lot do to the ridiculousness of it all, and I did a bit of naked gymnastics (sorry to Gina...must not have been too nice from her perspective).

We stayed on Pumkin Hill for a while; at one point we got tired of running and screaming so we sat on our clothing, looking at the sea/jungle/moon, and didn't put on our clothing until the Plata was done...at which point we had started to get a little cold. The last swig of rum went to Pumkin Hill.

Then we stumbled our way, clothed, down the hill, ran through the field, and went back to the path to take us back to civilisation. We stopped caring about the puddles and just walked through them.

When we finally arrived to the pavement of Airport Road, we crawled a little bit, laid down, and kissed the pavement, actually relieve somewhat to have made it back.

But I guess the road was too tame for us after a couple minutes, because somehow Gina and I thought it would be a good idea to climb the cliffs right beside the road. Gina initially fell, and I had gotten to the point of no return, so I just kept climbing until I reached the top. Then Gina climbed up at a different spot, almost fell again, but made it up. Once up there we weren't really sure what to do next; the thrill of the climb was gone, so we just jumped down and continued onwards.

Then we picked up our bikes and went to town, ate some delicious street baleadas, and then went to Indian Wok to visit with Sean and his wife, Otter and Broc for a beer. Then Gina and I went to the dock and went skinny dipping, which was good fun under the moon, and Otter and Broc met up with us (we stayed in the water, they stayed on the dock) and then when we went swimming they stole our clothing! Well, half of our clothing. So we were in shirts and undies (except for Gina had to wear her bra as undies...which looked pretty funny) until they were nice enough to give them back to us, and then we went to hang out...and every one was tired so everyone went to their beds.

And that was our full moon night!

Now we have a pact to do that every full moon: go to the top of pumkin hill and dance around naked!

Can anyone say they've danced underneath the full moon naked?

We should all do it next month!