Bon dia!

I've been thinking about all of you heaps and continuously wishing I could share what I'm seeing and experiencing with many of you who would appreciate different types of things...

Anyway, here goes...

Here's how it works: Ingore is an hour and 10min away from Bissau by taxi, or an hour and a half by kadonga (squashy bus that lets people off every 100m to buy a goat or pick up something from their cousin's house etc).

Titus and Poppy are coming to Bissau tomorrow, and when we go to Ingore with them after lunch we will be shown how to make the trip on our own. Anna says it's easy and you can't get lost if you give them our address but she doesn't know me so we shall see!

we, you (plural)...

I hate grammar!  Kiriol grammar is supposed to be easy but I am up to my eyeballs in pronouns and predicates and sentences with every word starting wíth ''b''.

Did I mention it's HOT??

This weather give the word ''clammy'' a whooooole new meaning.  Basically you wake up, sit up, and start actively sweating.  You don't really stop until you go to sleep, and then you are passively sweating.

My pores are thanking me for coming to GB.  I could feel them opening up and sucking in all the hot humid air the moment I stepped off the plane.  I just hope they exercise some discernment and don't let anything in that shouldn't be there!

The official said it was 26 degrees but I think his thermometer was broken.  By my personal reckoning it was at least 49 degrees.

So I have decided to inundate you all with emails from airports, so you get lulled into a false sense of security and completely overlook the fact that once I´m in GB I might not be able to email for ages.

Hope it works.

I´m in Lisbon!  And SO TIRED.  Tried to sleep sitting up at a cafe table for a while but it didn´t really work.  I have a six hour transit time so it´s now I wish I had been able to load more books on my ipod!  And I tried to practice my Creole but fell asleep at ´How are you?´

Hello from LA in the US of A!

It's taken me a good four minutes of credit to figure out how to use this public internet and that is only after the following conversation:

Me: Is their email somewhere around here?
Nice Lady:No, ma'am, maybe you can get someone to post it for you.
Me: No, sorry, I meant EEEmailing.
NL: No, there's nowhere to mail anything in the airport.  I'm sorry.
Me: I mean... like, the internet???
NL: Oh!  The IN'ERNET  (pronounced with strong American accent).  Yes, it's upstairs by the Chinese food!

So here I am, up far far too early, after going to bed far, far too late, after packing for HOURS.

Who knew taking things out of boxes and putting them in bags could be so time-consuming?  Actually.... I did!

The last few weeks have been CRAZY - and I mean that - but it's so good to finally be actually about to go.  There's only so much preparation you can do (even a practical details person like myself) before you want to spit the proverbial dummy.