It is especially hard to explain just how many people here on this little party island are Swedish when you consider that they, as a nation, only number 9 million. Its harder still, then, to fathom that over a whopping 60% of everyone here, who isnt a resident, is a Swede. It would move to suggest that right now Sweden is void of anyone between the ages of 19 and 24, and though i know this cant be the case, it makes me certain that the actual population of Sweden is closer to 9 billion and that, if they were all to suddenly return to the much worshipped motherland, Sweden would sink into ocean under the weight of them all. That being said, it also means that i understand everything everyone everywhere is saying, what with the remaining population here being from London proper.
The weather has been flawless with postcard scenes everywhere you look. Too many beers every day have lead to a beer belly starting to form an annoying overhand on my one baggy shorts. Also the discovery of a drink called, and served in, a bucket. Wickedly alcoholic and annoyingly popular with everyone so that theyre all you can buy in some places, this 'cocktail' is a half bottle of Thai whiskey, a bottle of red bull like stuff and a can of sprite or coke or whatever you choose to try and disguise the taste of the whiskey. This only matters for the first bucket however, as on the second you cant taste a thing, and are already half way through your third before you know whats happening. No more buckets for us anyway, as tomorrow we move from here to another island, much smaller, where we will take our diving courses and become qualified scuba masters. We should start diving in the next few days and, providing i dont burst any eardrums, ill have a good report to deliver then im sure.
