Putting pencils in my eye sounds wonderful

I woke up pretty early this morning to go to Roseau so I can start on my work permit. I had to go get a physical, and by the picture I posted of the room...it was high class. I got there before 8am, when the place opened. Doctor didn't show up until around 9am because he was getting subway. Great, I'm going to have a physical with my, well, snatch smelling like whatever is on his fingers from his sandwich. Lovely. Hours passed and he said he can't do the physical until I get my blood work done for HIV...across fucking town. A nice man drove me there, a nice woman jabbed my arm...I was about to ask if I could borrow some needles but chose not to, but it was a struggle not to ask. Then I was told the results will be back by tomorrow.

"I'm sorry, what? The doctor said in two hours...I'm kind of on a time crunch...." Oh, well, we'll fax it to him in a few hours.

Okay, keep in mind, it's now 11am, I'm hungry and grumpy, still have to go to the Immigration office, which I will also post those pictures to show how "organized" they are, to have my passport fixed. Because the guy at the customs said I will only be in Dominica for 6 days, of course my passport expired, which means that's an extra $100 I have to shell out. Not including the $150 I had to pay at the doctor's office (that I still wasn't being seen at), and the $80 to get my blood work done.

A few hours past, "official" people are telling me I need to do, and when this one man looked at me like I was going to cry because I was so frustrated and I didn't understand what the hell the big hold up was and what I could do to solve my problem, he helped me. I almost kissed him. That one big building is the "Official" building of Roseau. You need something done, you go there, unless you're me, then you go everywhere else in Roseau.

I had to get two more (on top of my driver's licence and passport photo) passport size photos taken to give to the police department to show them that I haven't done anything wrong in Dominica. They don't know how to even do fingerprints so photos is all they go by. I'm having my dad fax me over my Seattle police records to show that I haven't done anything there either. If that all works out, I can cut a deal with the police here. Plus, with a work permit that's 75% complete, I can get a job on top of that.

Okay, got everything, had to go back to the doctor's office for that physical that I've been just dying to have. He told me he finally got the test results back, everything looks good, now it's time for the exam. He told me to take my shirt off. I took it off but kept my wifebeater on because in the States, they check my heart, lungs, and everything else through the shirt. Well, he wanted that off. Whatever, I'm not modest. I take the shirt off and the only thing he did was take my fucking blood pressure. Did I really need to take my shirt off for that??? See the picture of the doctor's office that I had to be shirtless in looking at that picture in the background?

When people ask me if I'm a student at Ross (the med school here), I tell them my other half is. The doctor had the paperwork I needed and started asking inappropriate questions that all doctors have asked me (even the doctors when I was at Betty Ford Rehab). It's nothing new for me, but sometimes, like when I'm tired, hot, and hungry, I get rather annoyed.

Here are the questions he asked me before giving me my paperwork that I NEEDED to get any sort of job here:

"You're other half is a woman, isn't it?"

"How do you have sex with her?"

"Do you use fingers?"

"Are you considered gay or lesbian?"

"Do you use toys?"

"What's a dildo?"

"What's the difference between using the 'real penis' and using a dildo?"

"Can lesbian get HIV?"

"Ever been with a man?"

"Ever want to be with a man?"

Then he started to hit on me.

I don't know, Bud, how much do you make? You want to know how I fuck guys? I fist them in the ass. How does that sound to you? Fuck.

I wasn't offended that he was asking these questions, just annoyed because I haven't had food all day and it was so hot out and there is no organization on anything and people just shove their way and damnit, I learned in 1st grade about "single filing" and single filing really really helps!

By the way, can anyone identify that bug? It flew into me, I hit it so hard it fell into the ground, got up and looked pissed off.

On the plus side, on the way home, that was the sunset. Beautiful.

Cute pictures, but the people around me in this computer lab at school

really want to make me jab a pencil in my eye.

I walked around Portsmouth picking up things for people. Also, part of my plan is to volunteer, get a work permit (although I don't need one for the bartending job I think I got...not sure why), run to Roseau tomorrow morning to pick up a knife (just because I like to walk around at night time. Totally safe, just being careful), pick up a work permit, because I rather work for a bank instead of a guy running a bar here.

I'm getting crabby, I'm just going to post some pics I took today.

I took a picture of these adorable kids with one of the wild dogs. They posed and got excited for seeing their picture it was cute. The second picture is a pretty normal house around here. That's one probably shut down though...but it's hard to tell, many of those kinds of houses around here.

The field picture is a huge thing here, from what I understand. Other islands come here to play cricket. I have no idea what type of game is cricket is, and truthfully, sounds gay, but then again, so does golf and we call that a sport too, so really, who am I to say?

The last pictures are so typical I had to take a picture of them. Roosters just running around. An everyday thing. Okay, I need a nap. I got a lot of things to do tomorrow and I can feel myself getting crabby.

Actually, I want to add more pictures from the Indian Water Tour

I forgot on this one part, the guide stopped and I got amazing pictures from that. Really, huge wonderful experience here and I'm really glad these two (Julian and Tanya) came to visit.

3 posts in one day

So I have to post three posts so I can get all the pictures in. The next spot we went to was the National Park here. BEAUTIFUL. It was wonderful, I'm all about the history of anything...except, I still don't know the history of this place. But here are the pictures.

Indian Water Tour

So I'm thinking we got a little scammed on doing the Indian Tour. They said it will cost $15, and when you mention money, it's all in EC funds, not US. Well all of a sudden it was in US and long story short, we wanted a ride and got amazing pictures. Not sure why they call it that, that's something I need to ask Julian. Anyway, after we went to the waterfalls, we took a boat that someone rowed us around. We saw massive crabs that scared me, but since I was with other people, I kept the scream inside.

A little bit of travel with some friends

We actually woke up at a decent hour (before 8am) to go to all sorts of places. First place was the waterfalls, which took FOREVER to get to because we kept getting lost, but finding the place was pretty exciting. I'm going to post pictures of us looking for the waterfall, and then actually finding the waterfall. One word...beautiful! Kim wasn't feeling well from her migraine, but she pulled through and we got some amazing pictures. Hey Meg, am I becoming a nature girl? ;)

I'm in a med school, I need someone to perform surgery on my eye

My left eye kept watering and it hurts and truthfully, I just might just need attention....but I'm not sure.

Anyway, the world's biggest creole festival is in town this week. It's poorly organized, but everything here, so not too surprised there. Kim wasn't able to make it so I went with Julian and Tanya and it was probably the longest bus ride there, although I got some ideas about job opportunities.

Once I figure it out, I'll post more pics of the festival (more than just me feeling this one guy up and the other ones feeling me up). It was fun...

Look at this guy trying to fight me!

Look here, I was just trying to go home and this sewer crab came out of nowhere lookin' for a fight! In the start of it all, we had a stare down...but I tell you, I wasn't going down without a fight...but then his claws came out and I admit, I backed down a little. And hey, I'll be honest here, unless you're female, I don't want your claws in me....just fyi.

I went snorkeling (and I use that term loosely)

So I have never snorkeled in my life. I don't get it. As my girlfriend, who is much more experienced in this area realized, figured that out. To me, if you go in the water, you dive. Apparently when you snorkel, you float, you don't dive. Riiiight, gotta remember that your breathing tube needs to stay out of the water so you can breathe. Took a couple tries, but I got it.

Just to explain how much of a non-snorkeler I am, let's discuss it. I couldn't figure out the flippers, couldn't figure out the goggles, couldn't figure out the breathing tube thing. Pretty much the only thing I got right was getting in the water.

Time goes by and I got my goggles on right. HELL YEAH! I'm getting there. Got the flippers on that damn near tripped me everytime the water would move (so all the time), and I even got the breathing tube thing down. It is now time to go out in the water...well...deeper in the water.

Out I go. Oh, and I even brought a camera made for underwater pictures. Not that I could see out of it so I just started taking pictures hoping everything would come out right. If not right, I'll be happy if one picture comes out normal.

Somehow I lost a flipper, Kim was champ and got it for me because that would have sucked flipping with one flipper. Although she did ask me how I managed to lose that flipper. All I could do was just stare at her with a blank stare because honestly, I have no idea.

She was pointing out these black pointy things at the bottom of the ocean that she told me I needed to stay away from....which of course I kept trying to grab. I got scolded. What?? We're by a medical school, they need practice, I would have needed help, it would have all worked out. She then said if I touch it, I would have to have it surgically removed. Whatever, I had surgery before, people can be so fussy sometimes. Oh well, since I lost my flipper the first time, I didn't think I was really in a place to argue with her. She saw jellyfish, I didn't, I wish I had. I would have touched one. Once again, the scolding happened. Geez, I get scolded a lot. Maybe one day I'll snorkel with someone else just to say I touched one and to tell people, ah, yeah, it fucking hurts. Jackass got nothing on me, let me tell you!

Secret Beach Part two

They only let me post some pictures, here are the other ones...

Secret Beach

I got to Dominica on Wednesday of last week. On Saturday, Kim and I decided to kayak to Secret Beach (which isn't so secret). Whatever, any chance I get to take my shirt off I'll jump on the opportunity. So we kayak and we found it. She actually made me get in the water with her (which I'm terrified of the ocean), but you know, I did it. Toughen the fuck up, Sara.

So I got some pictures of the Secret Beach and I even have a picture of the yellow crab that stared me down...I didn't back down though...well, until later...he brought his friends out. I only had Kim with me, we were outnumbered.

Later Kim's friends came out in a sail raft and I don't know how many of you know about sail rafting, but if there is no wind, there is no movement. Just FYI. So Kim and I left our kayaks (still thanking God that we took our paddles) and we boarded these funky looking sail rafts. We sailed about 4 or 5 miles down and we made it to a poor village. I have pictures above of the rocks that we kept falling on and cutting our feet open on (Kim is still playing doctor with my feet cause I tore my shit up...although I'm pretty sure my feet are tore up from her freaking flip flops.

Keep in mind my camera died during our outing, so the next day or two, I took a cab down there (to the village where we were at) and took some pictures. The picture with the woman in the bar was the woman who fucked up 4 of the guys (two rafts, 4 drunk ass guys who later drank 1 bottle of rum within 30 minutes after getting it), 1 guide in the drunk raft, 1 inexperienced sailor, my Jersey boy who is absolutely adorable), 2 girls...and the Caribbean Ocean. That had good idea written all over it.

The pictures above show the woman who got these guys even more messed up than they already were, pictures of piss alley that we all walked barefoot down with cut up feet, the nasty slimy rocks with critters on them that tore our feet up more, then the houses. The houses were amazing because they were so poor yet they live in them. Makes you realize what a spoiled brat people can be, myself included.