So... it's less than three weeks now before I depart for Belize. Five weeks in the jungle, living in a tent, being woken up at 4:00AM by howler monkeys, having poop flung at me by those same monkeys... (no experience with it, but that's what I've been told by people who've done the trip in the past. That and: CHECK YOUR ASS FOR TICKS, which I plan on doing.)
I bought my trowel and geologist pick the other day. It made me feel real chuffed, like a real archaeologist. The pick just feels so nice in my hand. I've named it Squeakers after my first hamster...
Anyway, I thought that, with that final purchase, I'd be all set to go excavating Maya ruins and being Indiana Jones-ish (which brings me to another point. I am totally MISSING the new Indiana Jones movie. Doesn't that just blow chunks? Seriously, I'm missing Indiana because I'm off in the jungle trying to imitate him; that's got to be irony of some form... Well, not trying to imitate him exactly, because he's kind of a sucky archaeologist, and I'd decided to go for this profession before I'd seen any of the movies... but still!)
Right, I kind of got distracted for a minute there. My room mate says that I like to chase butterflies in my head, whatever that means. Anyway, I thought I was all ready to go. Then I did a trial run with my tent.
*lets loose long chain of expletives*
The box says it is *supposed* to be a hexagonal dome tent with a floor space of 1.5x2 metres. In reality it is a RECTANGLE with a floor space of about half a metre by 1.5 metres. My room mate told me it's the weirdest looking tent she's ever seen. I couldn't lie lengthwise in the bloody thing! So I checked the box and it's not a child tent or something. It's supposed to fit two people. I don't know how that's supposed to work unless they're on top of each other.
I am so glad I kept the reciept.
Right, enough procrastinating. Enjoy my rant. Now that all that's out of my system I'm going back to work.