Quick update for you guys. I've reached Guyana after about 18 hours on planes and busses. The country is beautiful. I spend my time 'liming and gaffing', killing cockroaches, queuing to use the 'shower' (a cold tap in the wall), eating native fruits, buying supplies for the next 3 months in the rainforest, listening to reggae music, racing though the town in overcrowded cars, and fighting over the one hammock on the flat.
I've also visited the Zoo, stood on the seawall, met the Ministry of Education (our new employers), and was 'dwarf-tossed' into the British High Commissioner's private swimming pool whilst being served vintage rum by his butler. So surreal.
I am struggling with my dysphoria a bit, especially today, when we were required to wear skirts. No-one here knows about my gender identity, but my plans are forming nicely for my return to the UK. In 12 months time, I will be more than ready to begin a new section of my life.
But for now, I shall enjoy my rum and watermelons. Love you all, Bob