url='/Videos/2640.html' onclick='dialog("/Videos/2640.html?popped=1","tbvideo",600,600);return false;' Cartwheelingurl='/Videos/2641.html' onclick='dialog("/Videos/2641.html?popped=1","tbvideo",600,600);return false;' Jumping Hola muchachos, and Happy Good Friday, as we say in Ecuador! Forget Easter Sunday (and by the way, Easter Monday doesn't even EXIST!), - for some reason the celebrations begin and end on Friday. We rocked up to Quito bus station at 12:30am Friday morning, bedraggled and sleepy, and thanking our lucky stars that we even made it, as our bus was stopped twice en route, and everyone was mdae to file off the vehicle and have their ID checked before being allowed to carry on our way. Enough to put anyone off drug-smuggling!... read more

Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday dear Emaaaaa (you are 18 and even though I was in the jungle on your birthday I cheated and changed my blog date...)... read more

Zut alors, I´ve been away for so long! OK, once again forgive me for typos because I have a lot to type and a wonky teeth keyboard to type it on...So last week was pretty much business as usual. Mornings were spent at Ab Linc escuela, mainly teaching La Bamba and Clementine. I´m not quite sure how the latter is supposed to help the children learn anything at all, as the words that we were given didn´t even make sense in English. Seriously, "light she has like a fally/folly (not sure about that one, couldn´t read the teacher´s writing but I don´t think it made sense either way)/and her shoes were number nine/herring boxes without topses/sandals were for Clementine". Say WHAT?! In the afternoons I´ve been working at CENIT, and on Monday I began my first ... read more

Happy birthday to you Happy birthday to you Happy birthday dear SIMON (for the 13th March, you are nearly 19...) Happy birthday to you!... read more

Hola muchachos! Wow, what an exciting and scintillating week! OK, I feel a bit sick and I reckon I need to go to bed soon, so here's the lowdown...Monday: got up at a reasonable time, had breakfast forced down me (they don't understand appetites here. If you don't want the food they think you don't like it, and there ain't no arguing), then scooted down to the family optician shop. Do you call it a shop? Or a surgery? A centre? I don't know, but it quickly became tiresome. There's only so many times you can look at specacle fashion magazines and still be amused. And glasses aren't any fun unless you can try them on. At 11am en punto I was outside the British Embassy with the other GAPpers, awaiting a tour of the city. ... read more