Isla Iguana II

This is part two of the last year trip.

I was undecided on whatever I wanted to go or not.
By the time I had made up my mind, the trip was full.
Odly enought it was then when I realized how much I wanted to go.

So, I figured out that by sharing the expenses with a couple of friends, I could make the trip on a reasonable cost.

Mayte Jelix and I left on my vehicle at 5:00pm.

The sunset was beautifull today.

[Yea we all know about the dangers of talking on the cell phone while driving...so I was not talking on the cell phone while shooting this one. OK!]


Mayte and Jelix waiting at the "El Arenal" beach, for the boat guy to arrive...


Last time I was here, I climbed half wey of the light house, but the deteriorated stair conditions scared my out from going all the way up.

For this ocation, I was prepared, I had a climbing harnes, ropes and carabiners, that allowed me to clip myself to the structure before and after every step.

Additionally I had in my fanny pack my trusty Petzl Tikka Plus headlamp, cell phone, my camera and a pocket knife.





The sunset spectacle has begun.


Oh look!, it is me at the top of the world.
[I am not covering the view, I am the view.]
[I am wearing my Abc Student Harness]


The view is getting prettier by the minute.


















Dinner time.


Next day.


The underwater creatures persecution has begun.
[The Aquapac camera case was a total success]














A strange creature washed up on the shore...

Home sweet home.

My camping history started with a $20.00 tent that broke on the first use, even before I got in.
That night I slept in my car (not very comfortable).

I kept using that broken tent (patched it), or borrowed one when I could.

Then I got myself a tunnel design tent. This one is extremely strong, I have seen it withstand wind and survive without a scratch, where others (more expensive ones) broke.

But it is hot as hell, it is like a portable sauna (no wonder I am so skinny).
Additionally it requires to be spiked on to the ground over 22 points, otherwise it will not stand up at all. This represents an issue when camping on sand soft terrain.

 



So, I went out for early x-mas...

Today I went with the classy one (expensive one).Columbia McKenzie Pass Tent

I guess I was tired of the feeling of having crappy tents.
Maybe marketing is getting to me, or maybe I am starting to become pickier about my life standards.


Anyways, here is my big new home.
[And yes, tonight I am surfing and writing this blog from withing it]
[And yes, I feel like a kid again]


 

Ness Monster

Expectations are high, as the 27 and 28 of November get closer.

There is a camping on an Island trip scheduled for that weekend (I know, 28 is Monday, however it is a holiday over here).

Last time nature gave me the opportunity to take some pictures of it's wonders.

This time I want to attempt to take some under water ones.

For this, I have acquired an Acuapac PVC case for my digital camera (Aquapac Compact Camera Case - 410).

That was yesterday, and tonight I just had to test it. I just had to...



This me, a 3 led Cateye waterproof light is attached to my diving mask.
Also a Underwater Kinetics Dive Light is providing additional help to iluminate me (meaning, I was making myself blind pointing that light at my face)
 


 



As seen here, the little camera flash does help.
It does not reflect that much on the pvc (plastic like) bag.
 


However it quickly becomes dirty... and under ocean water I would probably encounter a lot more particles than on a swiming pool.
 



Yes, I went to the swimming pool with a 25 pounds dumbbell.


It would be ideal to have a scuba weights belt, however I do not think I will acquire one just for one trip. So I guess at the ocean I would probably improvise by anchoring myself to the corals, or by holding a huge rock.
 

Sorting shapes

Sometimes I feel like a kid playing with a shape sorter, trying to stick a square shape into a round hole.

It takes so much effort, and it never seems to fit quite right.




For over thirty years society have *helped* me figure out where the shapes go.

But what if society is mistaken?
What if because of some sort of stereotype I am being seeing as a different shape that I am actually?

Worst, what if I am being seeing as a shape that society wants me to be.

30 years of this kind of psychological training can be convincing.


Lately I truly wonder *who am I?*.


I took the path of a programmer and logical guy. But what if I am more of an artistic guy, or maybe even a social one?

The thought of leaving all my life as I know it, to jump into the unknown is definitely a frighting one.

I wonder if I will ever make the jump.

The blanket.

There I was, sitting at the balcony.
The sky is covered by think clouds, that cover all the stars and planets, letting only pass a blur of the moon.

There is a chilling breeze just a little bit to cold for me. So I go in the house looking for a blanket.
I have no blankets, so I improvise with a big and tick towel.

Ahhh, warm again.
But then I realize there is a strange additional comfort here.

There is feeling of being protected, just ba wrapping myself with a towel.

Studently I feel like a kid again, and even make myself a small house, by covering my head and leaving me inside with my headlamp and my notebook.

I feel amazed that such a silly act as wrapping myself, and transport me to my childhood.

Then other ideas bump into my head. I visualize images of people being rescued from fires or other catastrophes, and they are always being covered with a blanket. That never made sense to me, until now.


It is nice to find comfort in such a simple act.

Too proud.

So pride is my weakness...

Test provided by Tickle

Roman, you're less sinful than the average person.

Still, your sinful tendencies are running just below the surface and could start to affect your choices in life. For example, if you aren't careful, your drive to excel at all costs may ultimately be your downfall. Feeling good about your successes might be a gratifying way to acknowledge your work and position in life. Still, you, in particular, should beware of prioritizing your achievements above other things and using them as a way to feel superior to others.

Though you're less sinful than others, this, and the sins you scored highest on can still jeopardize the things that are most important to you. Don't let them.

To Cry

Last time I cried, was at least two years ago.

I clearly remember that night.
There I was, lying on my bed, vividly imagining how it would be my future in 5, 10, 15, 20 years and so on, if I kept living my life the way it was.

That was a transcendental night for me, the beginning of a personal life revolution.

Today, two years later, a mix of deep frustrations and anger, I once again experiment the liberating sensation of crying.

At the beginning I was ashamed of it, however when I stopt, I felt good.

I actually feel proud of that crying.

Yes, I cry.