Well, it's been seven months since I last posted a journal, but I think I can be excused!
I am still alive and kicking here in the jungle. My time in Guyana has been incredible so far, and I know that it will continue to be so for the next five months.
It is hard to sum up over half a year in one journal, so I'll just give the highlights (and the lowlights!): been on 8 flights in the past seven months (one with only one seat - for the pilot!); visited Suriname (and attended my first pool party with loads of Dutch students); learned to dive in a river; learned to make the Amerindian staple food - cassava bread; taught a 14 week long term; competed in the long jump and the 100m Sprint at school sports; started computer classes for the teachers; been put in charge of the brand new school computer lab; seen a poisonous snake set aflame outside my back door; had the flu and hallucinated; caught a praying mantis; had a lizard fall on my head; paddled a dugout canoe; escaped the police in a market; eaten an ant; swam in an electric-eel infested swamp; jumped from various cliffs into rivers; camped in a hammock; learned to cook curry, roti and dahl puri; learned how to pick tangerines and lemons; experienced two minor earthquakes; eaten two live, biting ants; eaten caterpillars; fixed my house windows with cardboard; fractured my big toe; learned to dance Forro; started to like beer; seen a poison arrow frog; caught a sloth; had a killer scorpion very near my foot; developed a love for football; had numerous infected wounds; swam in a river with islands larger than Barbados in it; had practice at 'operating' on my own, and other peoples feet; bought a large machete; been given a slingshot; eaten labba; cut down a tree with a cutlass .... the list goes on.
I love it here. It is a beautiful country, with vibrant people and even more colourful animals. But living here is hard. Although I am extremely happy living in Guyana, going home will be a relief. I miss my friends and my family. I miss my dog. I miss cheese and hugs. I miss the snow and I miss the ice. I miss the safety and I miss the silence of the fields.
But I am happy to be here. At times I wish I could go home, but all good things must come to an end, so I feel that it is best to enjoy those good things whilst you can. And I feel that if I can survive here, if I can survive this year, nothing that life throws at me will ever bring me down.
Peace out. Lots of love,