Episode VIII - The Healer

Song of the day: Saturday Night Blues - Kenny Burrell (Midnight Blue)

My dearest ladies and gentlemen, let me present before you my deepest apologies. For not adding the usual hyperlink to today's song, which is due to the absolute impossibility of accessing YouTube with this @#$%& connection; and for not having updated this blog for three days, which has occurred for three reasons: nothing worth mentioning happened on the first day of the loss of communication lines, the second night was Friday, Holy Day in this Muslim Semporna and time for "partying" (more on that later), and tonight's late time update can be attributed to the Internet access. 

For reasons that may be familiar to you, I won't be posting any images on this entry - I'm afraid I shall be obliged to transmit my story with my writing only.

Three days back on this foul adventure ---- actually, not foul at all ---- I earned, with sweat and blood, the first title that certifies me as a Field Medic, nowadays referred to as a First Aider. Such licence is a requirement for the forthcoming Rescue Diver Certification, on which I am working at the moment. As a reminder of the awesomeness of my instructor I shall introduce you with the last test he imposed on me. 

It is happening. Some call it Armageddon, few Ragnarok, many Apocalypse, but mostly, the Rise of the Zombies. 

On an unexpected turn of events, my companion, Annie, falls victim of an unknown succession of acts. All I'm aware of is that, as I cautiously walked into the living room of our headquarters, she is laying on the floor, flat on her back, with a butcher knife in her hand and a blood-spurting wound on her chest. It is my duty, as a Resistance Army Field Medic and companion, to ensure Annie's survival until heavily equipped doctors arrive.

And so my abilities and skills on cardiopulmonary resuscitation, automated external defibrillator and oxygen supply provision were tested, paired with serious bleeding management and, of course, personal survival from the army of zombies rapidly approaching from a breach in our walls.

I should write a book.

Gift song: Sexy Sadie - The Beatles (The White Album)

Yesterday I was again destined to Sibuan Island as a Divemaster, as I have been today - to Mataking Island though. The diving is, well, just as it always is. Beautiful. Countless turtles (seriously, 10+ in 45 minutes), and many other beings I shall introduce when I get access to images.

In the evening I met with two awesomely chill German guitar players, a hippie Australian and a Spanish Physics/Engineering student, being my compatriot the only female. Had dinner and beer at Arthur Bar, our Coral Monitoring Team chilling spot - the friendly sir serving his amazing seafood barbecue is still there several nights a week. As a Friday night, there should have been live music in Scuba Junkie, but they were on Mabul Island and will be playing here tomorrow instead. I'll come and introduce myself - hopefully they'll welcome another guitar player, even if just for some jamming. 

Today's pack consisted on four Malaysian young women in appearance, teenagers in spirit. God knows they wouldn't shut their mouths until forced to breath from the regulator or drowned in the Sea of the Celebes. Despite the exhaustion of dealing with them - a bunch of chickens atop a boat - they were friendly and lively, injecting some of their good mood into the rest of us, our semblants shaded by the cold, cloudy weather. One of them was trying too hard to get my attention - a hopeless enterprise I must say. Still, she made more than one smile arise on that boat. She still reminds me of one of the lovely people I met through my travels - Sunheira Fuad, native of Dhaka, capital of the beautiful Bangladesh.

Now I'm, once again, sitting as a hermit on this open air lounge. In less than a week I have finished three and a half books. Tomorrow Dave shall bring his computer and provide me with games, TV shows and movies. Entertainment is crucial to withstand this lonely existence. 

May your hearts be delighted with this, the last song I offer on this day. 

Pride (In The Name Of Love) - Soweto Gospel Choir (In The Name Of Love: Africa Celebrates U2)

May the Stars shine your way, and the Winds blow from your back.