Stay Away, Jellyfish!

I haven't had all that many jellyfish stings, and I've never had a particularly bad one, but they itch for so long afterward that I'm just growing tired of them. Yesterday, yet again, I was out diving, felt a quick sting on my leg, looked below me, and saw a few jellies. Quite often diving you might feel a little sting or a fish pecking at your leg, so you just forget about this. However, I woke up this morning, could hardly stop scratching my leg, and finally noticed that I had a nice strip of bumps across the back of it. Damn those jellyfish!

In other news, let's see... Not so much. Utila continues to exist in the time warp it is in. Time doesn't pass here; it's the weirdest thing. No one can ever quite figure out what day of the week it is, because they're all the same. Every day people come, people leave, people dive, people party. As a person who is not a natural partier (but getting known for taking over the dance floor), and has had enough of the dive shop's petty politics, this is not a place I feel like staying for too much longer. Family, I know you're concerned for my well being, but I'm afraid I'm getting excited about the notion of traveling the surrounding area. I have to make a decision because my roommates will need to find a replacement for me, so I think I might take off June 30 or July 1. We'll see. Backpackers in Central America tend to happily join forces and travel together for days or weeks at a time, so it should be fun.

My dives yesterday were amazing. Still no whale sharks, but I've pretty much given up hope of seeing one of those since it's the off-season. I saw a huge tarpon, midnight parrotfish, a sea turtle feeding on turtle grass and going to the surface for breath, sea horse, pipefish, squid, flounder, and lots more. It was very exciting to see so much cool stuff and two dive sites I had never seen before. Naturally, I also had my jellyfish run-in there, and I'm terrified of shop wetsuits because of impetigo, but the good outweighed the bad.

Now it's time to eat a mango and relax before another night of partying. Maybe I just feel lonely here because people don't know how to socialize in any way that doesn't involve drinking. I'll go lie in a hammock and ponder that thought.