This piece should have been entitled "I want my mummy!", since I was feeling rather sorry for myself a week ago, but having forgotten, remembered, forgotten and remembered my login details for this blog, a fair amount has happened since then and I am no longer pining for what I call "manja" in Malaysia, and what you folks back in Blighty call TLC. It´s all about avocados. Other titles included "I nearly sat on two scorpions", which would, as a title alone, save me writing all this below when I actually want to be curled up in my bunk bed right [View Full Entry]

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So Week One is finished. So I´ve only worked Thursday to Saturday, but my back certainly feels like it´s experienced a lifetime of hard graft on a Siberian work camp. I arrived on Thursday, having been warned by a knife-wielding man in the hostel in Lima that I would be raped and murdered and hidden in a ruin in bandit-country Pisco (that was before he tried to get me to be his "Partner" on an archaeological dig in the Nazca Desert), and started to paint 500 toys for UNICEF. Easy enough, spray-painting high. Architecture degree put to the service of others. [View Full Entry]

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