seamlessly slipping between Bad Tourism (pizza restaurants on the beach and the odd shite souvenir) and Good Tourism (helping the children to a level of English that hopefully won't mean they go into the tourist industry). there's a fine line.

on a less state-of-the-world note... i'm going to miss this hammock and chats about evolution on the beach and below the stars. never had a bigger smile on my face than when fellow traveller Alex brought the final few seconds of Men In Black into the discussion of the universe. it's, like, universal.