12 hours of travel, the worst earache of my life, and a lot of pressure changes later, I was in the San Juan Airport buying myself a subway sandwich. I then saw a large man in a blue polo running full stride towards me, and then I thought, “that’s an awefully majestic run”. And that’s when I realized, it was Mr. Kirby yelling, “WE’RE BOARDING”, a half a mile run later me and my three buddies were on the plane. My trip to BVI was already interesting… upon arrival on Virgin Gorda, it was pouring and I was wearing dress clothing. Needless to say I didnt feel a shower was needed, seeing as I took a natural one.
8 AM (7AM Dallas time) I sat at the spear head of the main road on the island (this road is a whopping 8 feet wide), in approximately 92% humidity waiting for a “taxi” (aka an f-550 (MURIKA) with 4 benches instead of a truckbed). The taxi took us to a hotel for our orientation. Our instructors attempted to teach and keep the attention of 20 jetlagged overtired highschool juniors and seniors. Their attempts were semi successful as most of us remained semi awake. We took three breaks (all of which I napped during) until about 11:45 at which time they had declared us…orientated(if that’s a word). The third break was a break before lunch during which we were allowed to get in a pool…filled with boulders. Of course stupidity, flips and king of the hill ensued. Lunch was brought out and being teenage males, we flocked to the food. Afterwards, we boarded the “taxi” and headed to the harbor. But (somehow) we were ahead of schedule so we roamed the gift shops. Upon boarding (the sea monkey) we were given a safety briefing. We then hauled…scuba equipment…to the other side of the island and dropped anchor. We suited up and jumped in. At first I was thinking this water tastes like salt…oh yeah ocean. We went down and began doing skills…which was easy. Then we played the game where you had to hover while holding extra weight…and I won. Then we went and looked at fire coral. We also found some parrot fish and some squirrel fish which looked like swimming fish skeletons and we found a pooping sea cucumber and I kept surprising the dive instructor (like a boss) cause everytime she turned around I was looking her in the eyes…upside down. We then surfaced and I nearly hit my head on the boat… either way, I resurfaced and upon getting on the boat.. We were on our way back to the harbor. The wind and the sea was glorious, and i nearly lost my crocodile dundee hat… Thanks for hat-rope-keeper-onner-thingys. We were debriefed and took the taxi back to the huts and got ready for dinner on the beach. After somehow surviving some rock climbing, I ate dinner, with the gang, sang the star spangled banner, and hung out in the wifi area talking with friends and waiting for a response from the two important women in my life…my mommy, and my gf. Well im out, enjoy.
