Wednesday was the first overcast day since we arrived in Belize. It rained on and off all day. When we got back to Grand Caribe after diving, Kristen, Nick, and I chilled in the hot tub while the cold rain poured down on us. It felt awesome, but I got too hot and had this fabulous idea to jump in the pool to cool down. It was about six feet deep, yet I somehow managed to bash my knee on the bottom when I jumped in. Instablood. Excruciating pain.
We hung out in the room for the afternoon. Good thing we have high-speed interwebs. We wanted to venture into town for dinner. Everyone except Nick went to catch the water taxi. It started pouring as we were standing on the dock. Curtis, Cindy, and I headed under the gazebo for shelter, and once the rain let up, Curtis and I pussed out made a break for the room. He, Nick, and I ended up ordering pizza for dinner while everyone else ate at Elvi’s again.
Probably the most eventful moment of the night, possibly the entire trip, was when Nick downed a bottle of orange Fanta. It’s been over two years since he last drank pop. Curtis video’d the event. Pure awesome.