November 4, 2006: Sex Queens in Neoprene
Two days after our triumphant return from Todos Santos saw our debut entry into the Iguana's lake-wide scavenger hunt. As an event that had been running since my arrival here, it was about time that I participated. Not to mention have a look at the other towns on the lake.
As the only diving instructors in the event, there was only one choice for our team name. Enter the Sex Queens in Neoprene. Oh yeah, too sexy for our wetsuits, too sexy for our wetsuits. You're nothing if not hot under 7mm of neoprene, not to mention matching weight belts, mask, snorkels and fins. Damn hot. Hotter than a snake's ass caught in a wagon rut. But damn did we score bonus points for it.
Which was fortunate, since they're about the only points we scored all day. First stop, Santiago, the biggest town on the lake (population 45 000, one of many facts I did not learn on the scavenger hunt). It's a long climb up the hill, so we had to stop for a refreshment halfway through.
We did, though, make it to Maximon, the local deity who's role it is to take on the townspeople's vices, becoming a chain smoker and heavy drinker, among other things. At 2Q admission per person and 10Q per photo, he's also a great money maker.
Later in San Pedro, after a couple more drinks at a couple more pubs...
...and after discovering all of Pan Lady Rosa's different flavours of cakes...
...it was time for our snorkel test. I mean, you can't walk around from bar to bar wearing a mask and snorkel all day without putting it to some use in the consumption of alcohol, right? And need I remind you of the bonus points?
Unfortunately, we failed, thanks to poor planning. Note to self: purge valves and snorkel tests don't mix. I coughed two thirds of my shot out the purge and nearly choked on the rest.
On the other hand, the quarter shot of tequila absorbed directly through my lung tissue was probably worth a full shot anyway.
Next stop: the Jaibalito cliff jump, an intimidating 12m. Doesn't look like much from the water, but once you swim up to shore and climb to the jumping platform you better not spend much time thinking about the rest. And after landing on my ass, those 7mm of neoprene were worth every ounce of sweat.
There were three more stops on the scavenger hunt that day, but we decided to retire the team for the afternoon and give the competition a chance. Besides, we had another Saturday night to rest up for.
As the only diving instructors in the event, there was only one choice for our team name. Enter the Sex Queens in Neoprene. Oh yeah, too sexy for our wetsuits, too sexy for our wetsuits. You're nothing if not hot under 7mm of neoprene, not to mention matching weight belts, mask, snorkels and fins. Damn hot. Hotter than a snake's ass caught in a wagon rut. But damn did we score bonus points for it.
Which was fortunate, since they're about the only points we scored all day. First stop, Santiago, the biggest town on the lake (population 45 000, one of many facts I did not learn on the scavenger hunt). It's a long climb up the hill, so we had to stop for a refreshment halfway through.
We did, though, make it to Maximon, the local deity who's role it is to take on the townspeople's vices, becoming a chain smoker and heavy drinker, among other things. At 2Q admission per person and 10Q per photo, he's also a great money maker.
Later in San Pedro, after a couple more drinks at a couple more pubs...
...and after discovering all of Pan Lady Rosa's different flavours of cakes...
...it was time for our snorkel test. I mean, you can't walk around from bar to bar wearing a mask and snorkel all day without putting it to some use in the consumption of alcohol, right? And need I remind you of the bonus points?
Unfortunately, we failed, thanks to poor planning. Note to self: purge valves and snorkel tests don't mix. I coughed two thirds of my shot out the purge and nearly choked on the rest.
On the other hand, the quarter shot of tequila absorbed directly through my lung tissue was probably worth a full shot anyway.
Next stop: the Jaibalito cliff jump, an intimidating 12m. Doesn't look like much from the water, but once you swim up to shore and climb to the jumping platform you better not spend much time thinking about the rest. And after landing on my ass, those 7mm of neoprene were worth every ounce of sweat.
There were three more stops on the scavenger hunt that day, but we decided to retire the team for the afternoon and give the competition a chance. Besides, we had another Saturday night to rest up for.
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