Arrival!

Some of you may already know that RTD could not find his passport this morning. I asked him 5 minutes before we were due to drive to the airport if he had it with him. What followed was a complete trashing of our apartment, a frantic drive to his office (where it wasn't) and back to the apartment (where it was, after all), a taxi to the airport, a brief refusal to check us in because we were so late, some abject pleading, a sprint to the plane, and a remarkable lack of swearing on my part.

We consulted each other yesterday as to whether suitcases or rucksacks were appropriate, and came down on the side of suitcases. A 300-metre hike down a steep, rough path to our guesthouse proved that we had made the wrong decision. But none of that mattered as soon as we had a beer in our hands.