This post is going to be short for 3 reasons. First of all I have to get up tomorrow to prepare our presentation before going teaching 600 kids in the afternoon. Second I suffered a bit from hay fever today and its made be lethargic (or to put it better I couldn’t be arsed writing) and finally (and maybe most importantly) feck all happened today, worth writing about. There are small lizards everywhere around here and last night one them decided Áine’s face was the ideal sleeping place, that was until she woke up broke half its tail off (she said they lose part of their tail for protection but we don’t believe, we know she’s an animal hater)and kicked it out of the room. We split into 2 groups in the morning Dan and Jamie headed to boystown to do some research on the biogas refinery while me and Áine waited around for Rita the orphanage manager (we’re unsure if she’s Sister Rita or not so we’ll go with Rita for now, if the nuns around here wore penguin suits it would be much easier to tell) to ask her some questions about the new plot. After waiting a while we finally met her and she gave us some good information including the official planning documents for the site, they were hand drawn and about the size of a beer mat, it was so weird (like drawing Stonehenge on the back of a napkin). Today was a day when the food situation took a major nose dive. First of all we had cereal this morning with full fat UHT it was horrible. Then came lunch which was even worse, it was sausages with spaghetti. The sausages were disgusting and undercooked (they were worse than what I imagine the left foot of a person who had gangrene, before dying and being buried n slurry would taste like). I couldn’t eat them, I tried but I could hear my stomach warning me of the consequences. Our supper wasn’t much better (sorry Dan you tried) we got around to cooking it so late we had noodles in chicken soup. It may sound ok but it really wasn’t . We then got into a fit of giggles like a bunch of teenage girls, laughing hysterically at bad puns and stupid sexual innuendo (I dare not type and of them for fear of laughing again but the words hole, crack, box, savana dry and , weirdly, assessment featured heavily). I was going to end this here but I thought of two more things. We bought some souvenirs today. A man selling handmade bongos for about €4 came to the guesthouse today and because i’m a complete sucker for that kind to tat I felt compelled to buy (I went to knock once and almost came home with a six foot statue of St. Francis of Assisi, Knock a town so full of shite even Jesus himself could visit and would walk away with some kind of rubbish souvenir). We also bought the pictures we had commissioned (oh la di da how very posh of us)by a local artist. The only other thing that happened today was me and Dan making a miserable attempt at making large pencil towers for the workshop tomorrow (they fell faster than a pair of knickers in a brottle). So that was our day I hope tomorrow will be more worth describing. So long amigos.
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