When I was little, I wanted to become a sailor. In a T-shirt with stripes, I devoured all the books by Verne and many others on marine and my only concern was whether a seaman may also be a girl. And not just any Marine, of course, a sailor on a sailboat, because I knew a steamboat, a machine is preserved, like Captain Flint said. But a sailboat, when there is a little breeze that spoils in yards, or the! Stretch the sails and off we go! And no fear of hackers is really just nice guys. although a few boors, with their wooden leg and a bandage on the eye. But they have a little monkey on the shoulder or a parrot which says: "That's gold, as gold". Just do not forget a barrel of rum and a few vegetables, because I knew that the only enemy of a sailor's scurvy, but I also knew I deal with it. The Frèroulino wanted to become a sailor, too, but mostly, he wanted to be a diver. He said "water beetle" because the word duck (potápěč) and the word diving beetle (potápník) are very similar in Czech. My parents told him that it was not diving beetle, but diver, it would become, but Frèroulino, especially interested in diving, he insisted that he wanted to become a diving beetle.
For this, we had to be born in Martinique, where else in the Caribbean paradise for sailors, divers and drinking rum. Once there, I must say that this is exactly as I imagined in my dreams. There are large sandy beaches with palm trees, there is the azure sea and there is coral. A sailor tired can quietly sit in the shade of a breadfruit tree (oh yes, it does exist, it was not a literary fantasy!
Proof pictured), a mango tree, a papaya or banana, before it passes through a field of sugar cane to sit on a plastic chair in a beach bar where he orders a ti punch or a planter. When I grew up a bit, I realized that being born in Rokycany and more like a girl, this is not the best start to become a sea bass and I decided to content myself with career teacher. At the same time, I found that I really do not hang out on the beach and sunbathing. But this thing is not about Martinique, as here, the sea is 28 Degrees even if it is winter and the waves are just big enough for it to be fun to be shaken, but it does not shake too much. Then, once on the beach, you can have fun trying to open a coconut palm that has fallen under which you rest. At the same time, in Martinique, you understand why Newton was not here.
The Cosmonaut insisted that I learn to dive. So, I finally made my baptism at age 32, I am baptized! During the baptism, there is a diver who takes you and you do not give a second. After the baptism, I agreed to pass the level one, which consists of five dives education. And there, you understand that diving is more difficult than it seems. To make a parallel, go to the corner convenience store, buy a bottle of rum from Martinique, and after the drink, try to walk normally and have 
elegant area. Underwater, it's the same even without the rum. The more you make the effort to stay in a position acceptable and respectable, it's worse. I ended up on his back on the frosted background watching the surface below me unable to put me on the belly. If there was a water beetle, he had a good laugh. Then my instructor insisted that I remove my regulator and I put water in my mask. It was a pure terror, but fortunately, your terrified eyes coming out of the mask are of pretty fish and coral, so you conclude that it was worth it. To be confirmed even when Eve when I have my last course. 
All these dives was also a bit of a Christmas gift. The Christmas tree was plastic, but the food was real food for Christmas. Then on the 25th, we went to a wild beach beside the Atlantic Ocean where we opened a bottle of champagne to accompany the necks stuffed with goose foie gras 
. Again I told myself that life is too hard. What a good idea that the cosmonaut's mother had to become a teacher! And also from sea! And I thought the naval career and teacher are completely opposite things! 
Apart lazing on the beaches, we also visited the island a bit. We went north to see the city of St. Pierre, who has made blow in 1902 by Mount Pelee volcano above it. The force of the blast is shown until now by the debris of houses and especially the theater and the prison in which one prisoner Cyparis, survived. He was jailed for a fight 
under the influence of ti punch. The day before the explosion, he returned from a mare so drunk that his guards have decided to put in a little dungeon that you can see in the picture. While the 30,000 inhabitants of St. Peter died, Cyparis, drunk, survived. And that's why Martinicans say the ti punch can sometimes save your life. beaches north have black volcanic sand, the beaches of southern yellow sand and beaches of Atlantic white sand with large grains. The inhabitants are all black and cons of life is everywhere, too slow. Gently in the morning, not too fast at night, "said Gregory. But why hurry if a little further, there is again the sea and if we can get around the island several times a day? Still, there's time. Unlike in Chile, people do not grow, does not precede, not even motorists. But still, the style of driving is just as dangerous as Martinicans which sets a contemplative fields of sugar cane
. Like so many bars where you always see at least a rasta-man. Then comparing with Chile, the people are thinner, larger and more often your eye stops on a small handsome. On Christmas Day, leaving the boat to return to diving, there were two little black boys of about six years, in underpants and with
Santa hats who ran towards us singing, Santa, Santa! They are right. If I were Santa, I live here. But this is not yet over for us. We still have a week in which it is believed to climb Mount Pelee, plunging four times, then you know you will walk a little and drink a little rum ...
PS I neglected my blog a little French is the last time. I'll try to translate at least some items of the past, then we know still lives in Chile and the Martinique, is that a vacation ...
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