My last hangover in 3 months

...and I am grateful; as when you wake up on a wooden floor with a mosquito net stuck to your face and have a hangover on top of that, you find yourself grateful for the fact that your last opportunity for having a drink has passed. The venturers arrive tomorrow and the No Drinking rule kicks in. So, last night was a biggie following our white water rafting (where I learnt to do a back flip from the side of the boat!) and we went the full hog and went to town to get some wine. Before you knew it, thirty knackered people had a full second wind and got up to all sorts of antics, including trying to get around all the rooms in fieldbase without touching the floor, hiding pineapples in fieldbase staff's drawers and in cuboards, (it seemed a good idea at the time), climbing on top of the 3m by 20m metal container which holds all our kit, trying to pick up cereal boxes from the ground with your teeth without letting your hands touch the floor, and piggyback jousting with broomsticks, which I managed to film on my camera.

So today is a little nauseus but I am relishing the fact that I will not feel like this for quite a long time from now, and we are all getting our heads around the fact that in 24 hours, we're going to by mummying lots of homesick and bewildered 18 year olds. Given how wierd I found arriving and settling into Fieldbase, I know lots fo them will be feeling the same.


I'll try to write again before heading back to Conte Burkia on 14th Feb, and I hope to post lots more photos too. Hope England and Scotland are not too nippy, it's a cool 32 degrees here with blue skies and parrots chirping in trees (one bird sounds like a mobile phone going off underwater, really funny) and I am going to go for a swim. :-)