If I can just remember how to...

1 month, 2 weeks and 3 days, if you’re counting, and apparently some of you are. Don’t be thinking though that because I’m writing now that I’ve seen the error of my ways and will now be keeping in regular contact from now on, I can assure you that this is not the case. It’s just that at this moment in time I have been driven in by the rain and other than watching Dora the Explorer with Lucas for the billionth time I really can’t think of anything else to do. I should also make it clear that this letter is in no way a response to my mum trying to fill my inbox with crap in order to make me write home (if this happens again however I will have Dave put your hands in a vice.)

Everything here is going really well. Although I can’t officially ‘work’ until my permit comes through (which hopefully it will do soon) I’m keeping myself busy acting as a free consultant for a Swiss architect who’s been working in Belize for many years. Because there’s only one other person on his staff I’m getting to see and do a lot of really cool stuff. The other week I was taken up in one of Francis Ford Coppola’s private planes to help with some surveying work he is having done on his Blancaneaux Lodge in the Pine Ridge. It’s a pretty amazing place and they say over the next month or so they’ll be putting me up for the occasional night or so while I’m doing work for them. I guess the only thing to worry about now is how long can I milk it for and I don’t see why, if they want a really detailed survey, a couple of years should be too excessive. Actually, it does sound like if this goes well that there will be lots more work from them so, fingers crossed.
Anyway, This is me at the back of the plane taking photos of myself…