Greetings from Bluefields

Hi, Hasi here with the latest updates on the weather and woteffa else happened.
Very multicultural here in 'Blewfield', with six main ethnic groups, the Garifuna, Creole, Mestizos, Rama, and I forgot the other two. Mostly descendants from West Indian slaves and British colonisers, and they speak some kind of "English". I know people say that I got an accent, but try to understand THEM! Wow. Bluefields itself is SOME WEIRD PLACE! Hard to describe, but somehow a mix between weird, crazy, normal (?), sleazy, scary, exciting, interesting, and certainly not a place anyone's mother would want their child to hang out in... But I think a few more days here and it'll grow on us.
But that's not gonna happen as we leave tomorrow for Laguna des Perlas (gotta show off my amazing Spanish ability)or Pearl Lagoon, as the locals call it, where, in an ideal world, the water would be cristal clear and turquoise and still, and the sun would shine, and we would be snorkelling and lazing on the beach... AS IF!!! The water will be choppy and brown, the beach full of seaweed and rubbish and it will be overcast and RAINING RAINING RAINING, just as it has every day since the beginning of time! (or at least since our arrival...)
I'm very surprised the place isn't overrun by Welsh expats! I'm sure they would LOVE the place! A dry season that lasts for five weeks (and even in that time it can rain!), (just like the Welsh summer, apparently), good beer, a nice coastline and the people love to sing and spend their time in pubs getting pissed.
Orrright, that's it from me, have a great new year, hasta la vista, baby,
Hasi.
He has basically said it all, so I will leave it to him for today.
Love to all
Zak