Thank the gods, it rained all morning today and our session in Batavia was cancelled. Instead we planned, packed, recouped and feasted.
Yes, my friends, it’s true. After 5 months of failing vegetarianisn, tonight my protein starved body once more feasted on Brazilian churasceria — all you can east barbecued steak. Oh, my Hindu ancestors are all spazzing out in their cremation urns!
Daily battle with the roaches is made possible only by the nightly sponsorship of our friend El Dorado rum, which keeps me numb and clueless.
Tomorrow morning we take a small bush plane into the interior to offer our weird little missionary health education show to remote Amerindian communities. I’m packing now for what will be several hours of rain-soaked slogging by plane, boat and foot. Luckily my little Asus Eepc fits into a standard ziplock bag, so it might yet survive this trip.
A week ago, a similarly sized plane, also carrying Canadians, vanished in this region. British special forces are here now, as part of their regular jungle training, to help in the search.
Hopefully WE won’t be the first ones to find out where they went!
Okay, off to bed.