Describe your dream vacation. Topic 41

Today WordPress came up with Topic 41: Describe your dream vacation.

Now is this one you had, or one you wish to have?  I am going to go with one I had, but actually the dream turned out to be a nightmare.

I used to dive.  My boss owned a dive shop, so I took diving lessons from his dive shop.  I will call him Mr. Bill.  His partner was my eye doctor.  He mostly taught me the diving lessons.  I did pretty good with them, until I put on a wet suit and went out to Lake Mead to dive on a very windy day.  The water was cold, so you had to wear a wet suit.  Wet suits are tight and choke your neck.  The water is cold but warms up from your body heat.  I was in the water with my tanks on and weight belt.  The water was really murky and you could not see much.  When I came up, the waves were splashing in my face, I was going under the water and it was going in my nose and mouth and I panicked.  I thought I was drowning.  I got to shore and drove home.  I later regained my courage and took diving lessons at the YMCA.  I did great because it was warm pool diving and not out in the cold lake.  I got certified and booked a trip to Cozumel, Mexico for a week of diving and sight-seeing.  There was a group of us going.  My boss also was going and we hated each other.  When I booked the trip, I asked him if he was going and he said “No”, so I booked it.  Then he went ahead and booked it too.  He didn’t want me anywhere near him.  If everyone shared a taxi, he would glare at me and make me wait for the next taxi, I could not get in a taxi that he was in.  If the group all went out to eat, I could not sit at the table if he was there.  One time he sat down, so I sat at a different table and everyone sat at my table and not with him.  He glared at me.  I really liked diving at first.  They would tell you to take a bag of fish with you, to feed the fish.  Down in the ocean, the fish get huge.  One time I went down, I had my bag in my hand and this giant Grouper fish came right up to me.  He was bigger than me.  They have these giant lips and mouth and teeth. 

I found this on the internet to show you a picture of a grouper.

The fish, all of a sudden, sucked my hand and arm and bag of food into its mouth.  I was so scared.  It felt like a vacuum cleaner sucking up my arm.  I pulled my arm and hand out of its mouth.  I had on gloves and they were shredded up from its teeth.  It swallowed the bag whole.  After that I swam with my arms next to me.  I was scared of the fish coming too close and I never fed them again.    I went on a trip for two days to Chitzanetza.  That place was really beautiful, but mosquitos bit me a lot.  I put on mosquito repellent and it melted my beautiful fake fingernails.

It was so humid there, you could hang out your swimsuit to dry and it never would.

We would go to Carlos and Charlies at night and listen to the music and drink.  I met this guy who owned a business when you go on a boat ride, a pirate boat ride and they give you this rum punch and you go out for the night and they feed you on the beach.  He was on that boat ride.  We then all went over to Carlos and Charlies and sat at a table with the owner and they kept buying me drinks.  When it was time to go, he said he would give me a ride back to my hotel.

I thought, OK, he seems nice.  I get in his car and he drives off to a dark deserted road and stopped his car.  I said “My hotel is the other way, what are you doing?”  I got out of the car and he started chasing me around the car.  I kept saying take me home, this is silly.  I finally convinced him to take me back to the hotel, that he could come up to my room.  We got back in the car and he took me to the hotel.  When he stopped, I got out of the car and ran to my room and ran in and locked the door.  I was really scared he would find me, but he didn’t.  I am glad he took me back to my hotel.  I had been drinking and didn’t think anything would happen to me.  I should have taken a taxi.

I got really sick the last two days from eating the Mexican food, or water.   The hotel water was brown and gross.  I was sick on the plane ride all the way home.  That was a miserable trip home.  I never went diving again after that trip.

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