Well it's really good to read over the past and sit amazed at how clear the memories become, instantly recreated in my mind. Writing is such a good tool and expresses so much more than a photo capturing a solitary moment. Words give unison to a jumble of unrelated events and happenings........and the midnight hour just bleeped! It'd be good to get a cuckoo for the midnight chimes of the witching hour, as the mist creeps in through the mizzle over the clifftop. Zennor winter it is and the embers of this evenings affair with Battlestar Galacticas third and final series kept my mind at rest for 6 hours...on the road to EARTH.....luckily we're already here and as much as the rain batters against our thin windows it's a comforting place to be. I have to have my tonsils out next week and I have to say I'm scared....I could die? And that really gets you thinkin.....deeply! But Em says "yeah yeah, you could die catching a bus"....so I guess I'm overreacting and am avoiding buses.....we'll see in 2 weeks time wether I have ascended to the heavenly skies and can sit with Bhagwan Shree Rajneesh on a cloud pondering compassion and humanity.

Today,  I ran my first ever theatre workshop, it was an amazing success and filled me full of joy, inspiration and confidence. The idea was to get adults who had never experienced drama/theatre/performing or who had little experience to perform an improvisation to an audience. This all took place within an hour from introducing themselves to each other and at the end performing incredibly funny and wildy imagined scenarios with no preparation to an audience. I was so proud my ideas of breaking down emotional and physical boundaries worked. I have been training as a facilitator for the last month and am embarking on the new business frontier of starting a not-for-profit company to use Forum Theatre as a tool to deal with social issues in the context of schools global citizenship programmes. It's really exciting to get back into creative work after studying so many depressing things in a Degree.....but you still have to deal with the issues, but in doing so have lots of fun!

Over an out...I don't think anyone but my friend Nick and Chanda has ever read any of these writings, but for me now it's a good way of keeping the memories together and intact....after all I'm gettin on a bit.

After the long haul wavin farewell to Florianopolis arrived at Iguazu..apparently one of the Seven wonders of the world as promoted by the Argentines and not by the Greeks...275 waterfalls up to 30 metres high plunge from the river Parana and the confluence of the river Uruguay inbetween Argentina and Brazil in a deafening roar of mists and rainbows set in subtropical rainforest and complimentary colourful world of butterflys, friendly monkeys and even friendlier puta mosquitos...one has to be there to experience it ´per say¨..is it french?...boatride to the island for some early morning solitude lost in the mass of water falling for many hours before the coach tours of tourists arive from around the world to the serenade of cameras clicking.....3 borders of Paraguay, Argentina and Brasil meet at the river with Ciudad del Este in thedistance loaded with cheap booze, fags and electronics. We met some local folk who showed us a secret waterfall to watch the smugglers pass from border to border against the tide...needless to say it´s not hard...

Onwards to San Ignacio and the standing bus ride from hell..absorbing the culture of civilizations amongst the baroque Jesuit ruins built of luminous red sandstone that border Paraguay.....The black robed evangelistic bearded Jesuit folk from Spain came over on their Missions to civilize the Guarani indians in the 16th Century and held out against violent invasions from the Portuguese and Paraguayan bandeirantes and mamelucos (slave hunters) till 1818 creating a complex of 30 urbanized towns of approx 90,000 people who were important for product diversity ..printing press, canvas etc and the unsurprising yields of herba mate...then

The rains of La Resistencia...city of 300 sculptures..stragely all alike and resembling for the most part large busty women...well we are in South America!...A one menu town of muzzerella pizzas, pasta with a dodgy sauce or ham and cheese toasties...yet our furthur investigation led to the discovery of a microwave-it-yourself fast food buffet affair...healthy!and you can see it cooking...nice plastic plates too....pretty working class place of hard trodden Argentine industry and large puddles! still I was feverfish and ill after someone sneezed in my face on the bus....so I don´t think I missed too much sweating under a fan.

And one more step beyond...Buenas Aires...the heartland....shopping for that new wardrobe look but if your looking for bright clothes...brown, green, black or grey is the autumn seasons color.....no probs because the smog bellowing buses soon do that anyhows.....

The sun is shining, the waters hot and Jimmy Cliffs on the radio..Think we´ve been initiated into the Brasilian culture a little more over the week..caipiras pairdancing at the local samba club to some live bossanova beats and beautiful saudade singing.hustling and bustling in a busy crowd...the area we´re staying in right now is Brasils playboy paradise...Lagoa situated on the most perfect full of fish lake with a regular steady breeze breeds a crowd of windsport fanatics...windsurf, kitesurf, dinghy/yacht sailing, watersking, jetskiing..parapenting..etc marina life...all on on offer all year round on a daily basis...what more could you want with the healthiest food in the world...constant supplies of the biggest watermelons you´ve ever seen..all the fruit  about five to ten times the size of ol´Blighty..giant kiwi fruit...plenty of capoeira on the streets accompanied by the melody and percussao of Maracatu played on the berimbau...and..the bus system here is easy and accessible for exploring the whole island simply pay yer 2 reales and ride the bus connections as far as you want till you get off...and what´s more the recycling system is organised so every street corner has 4 bins for waste , plastics, aluminium and paper and on the beaches an extra for organic material...setting precedent to the world with few fagbuts to be seen after chainsmoking Argentina...here there´s more the vibe of alternative therapies to be available to all..and the first school of Shaolin I´ve  seen with daily training under master

Still we´ve kept the Spanish tongue hot and been hanging out with Willy the Columbiano and his harem of chicas amongst the pousada of different Brasileros with endless chatter and enthusiasm...possibly the friendliest of all the countries we´ve been in South America...laughing at my pronounciation! beer served in boots? don´t know where they came up with that idea!