So I have three bad things to discuss about our vacation, and then all further posts can be good things. I’ll get it out of my system, and then only the routine whining will be present in the later entries.
Rant One: Resort Manager Sucks
The manager of the resort was a complete asshole. Here are just a few reasons beyond that he wasn’t friendly, didn’t care about his guests, and so forth:
- When Sarah was feeling sick, and didn’t want to come to the scuba orientation, acknowledging that she’d miss out on a dive, and would have to go through it later, he insisted “she has to come, or she doesn’t dive this week.” Seriously, what gives? It’s a vacation.
- He never once asked any of us how our stay was thus far, how our accommodations were, how the dives were, if there was anything they could do to make it better. This was in spite of the fact that we saw him at least every night at dinner, if not several other times during the day.
- He was irate that we (and some other guests) tipped staff directly, rather than putting it in a tipping envelope and handing it to him (as it’s much harder for him to take his cut that way). To digress a little, the only time he spoke to us after the first day was on the last day when he spent ten minutes going through tipping, why we should tip well, and why we should tip to him, in cash, so the government didn’t get a take. We confirmed later that he does take a cut off of everybody’s tips when in the envelope, and the in fact he splits it with his girlfriend (his wife still on the mainland) who then uses it to go shopping every Saturday in Belize City. Slimy slimy stuff, but the staff seemed to accept it … just the way things are done, I guess.
- He never checked in with the new diver that he trained after the training was complete. As training consisted of making said diver watch a number of videos, take a test, and then doing four checkout dives, it would have been considerate to at least once ask him how his diving had been, if he felt comfortable, and so forth after his certification was finished. Further, he explained nothing to the new diver, including how to use his dive computer, so most of the rest of us on the dive boat had to walk him through things. Thank goodness one of our fellow divers was a dive master (and a better one than the resort-provided one, to boot). On that note, I’ll digress with an example story; this might take a while. Because the scuba boat captain had quit (apparently an ongoing problem, and I suspect something to do with the management), we couldn’t take any of the inboard scuba boats out. Instead, we had to take the fishing boat out for all scuba trips, including day-long trips to Long Cay and Half-Moon Cay. The fishing boat had no oxygen, no bathroom, no DAN kit, no dive flag, no proper strobe for night diving, no emergency underwater horn, no first aid kit, and no emergency spare 5-meter regulator. And it was super-cramped, with no effective shade, and nowhere to lay out. Further, it only had tank holders for a dozen tanks, so for our eight divers, on a three-tank dive schedule, we had tanks all over the place, rolling around and falling. To illustrate, the newly certified diver, on his first open water dive, had his entire rig fall sideways, causing his first stage to start leaking. When asked what happened, the boat captain said “ah, it’s the new guy’s stuff.”
- He overcharged us for services we didn’t use, and grumbled as if irritated when we asked they be corrected.
- He never once smiled.
Now, maybe this is all because the resort is closing in August to make way for a five-star resort (right now the entire island can accommodate at most 22 guests, and is the only island outside Belize City with its own airstrip, which makes it very attractive to the group of developers that have purchased it), but it’s still no excuse.
Rant Two: Turning In My C-Card
Oh god, the bugs! Err, that’s not my real second rant, but it almost qualifies. The lack of breeze on the first few days, and the bug that decided to join me in bed one night made some moments almost unbearable.