Our hosts even left an adapter in the room. That's a courtesy I was never expecting. So kind of them.

Today at dinner I said that the problem with all this was that for the rest of my life, I would never again have as much fun as the Maldives. Now, David said “you've still got a long way ahead of you” and Jacob said “you must lead a dull life,” and they're probably right. That said, it was less of an exaggeration here than it might have been other places.

Right as I finished that entry above, someone said that the dive instructors threw Becky off the boat. Now, of course, I hear people are throwing each other into the water and start stripping my shirt. I joined the dive instructors, Nasseef and Becky at the back of the boat, everyone tossing each other in and dragging each other back down, it was great fun. One guy had a corner spot and was holding onto the rope holding the smaller boat in back, he was hard to dislodge. Nasseef too was impressive, it usually took three or so of us to get him down. Michelle joined too, and later another, younger guy, I think he was from the dive boat too but not one of the leaders. Not sure. I jumped in a few times myself, if it was taking too long for someone else to get me in. So yeah, I think I've had more fun in the water today alone than any other day in my life, at least by sheer quantity (two great dives, jumping off the boat, and tossing people/being tossed on the back of the boat), but quality also, even with Hawaii and Koh Tao.

After that I had to borrow a towel from the boat (thank you, again) to dry off and we ate dinner. Noodles with some tasty sauce, great chicken, a salad that was mostly onions, with some peppers and lettuce and an excellent dressing that I'm not sure of, more of this wonderful papaya, and another vegetable thing with green beans, corn, and a few other things that was also delicious. We all agreed, this has been the best food of the trip, not counting the buffet in India (which I still say the fish last night ties, at minimum.) Though we also agreed the food in Alaska was great.

A pretty heavy rainstorm had started up during all this, (thank you to the people who brought my stuff inside), so we hung out below in some of the rooms, talking and being shenanigans-y. A tickle fight started in which I somehow ended up being John's attack dog that he sic'ed on people. We sat and talked a bit more and headed back to the island. The ride back was still pretty windy, lots of rain coming in, though the leaders were playing guitar and bongos and singing, which was fun to listen to. We got in, walked back to our room (our hosts brought our shoes in from the rain, thank you, again), and here I am.

Or, to replace all those thank yous, sukuria. Not sure how it's transliterated, but that's more or less how it's pronounced.

Saturday, February 13th, roughly 9:10-9:20 PM local time