You might have noticed...

... that I have returned. Hello. *waves* Did you miss me?

Five weeks in the jungle. Five weeks of adventure and freedom and fun (and getting really dirty) and now it's over and it just seems like a dream. Was it really me bouncing through the bush on a jerky tractor ride every morning at 6:00 AM? Was it really me - who is mortified of heights and never managed to jump off a high diving board because of it - was it really me who climbed the three tallest temples at Tikal? Scooted up rickety wooden ladders - and not to mention a very sketchy tree house. Was that me? It seems impossible now that I'm back to my cozy little hole.

Damn, it certainly wasn't me getting drunk out of my mind on donkey punch and dirty dancing with Belizian men. Not proper little old me who's never had a real boyfriend, who's never been kissed -

Not me.

And who was that girl, that girl who's never gone camping in her life, who hates spiders, who managed five weeks in a tent with tarantulas? who?

That girl who ran around a tropical country with people oh so much more experienced and saying "This is so cool I've never done this before!" at least twice a day, if not twice an hour.

Was that me? Agoraphobic me who has difficultly leaving the house some days for fear of -

something...

Couldn't have been. Must have been a dream, a very strange, very vivid dream. That's nothing I'd ever do.

But I did. Oh dear. Which means I can do it again, and I want to. 

Oh dear.

Anyway, I'm back. Stand by for pictures.