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The adventures of Fe & Chris

Antigua Guatemala

Our current position, as surmised by Chris’ mother is indeed the Antigua in Guatemala! It is a former capital of Guatemala, from when the Spanish first invaded (colonised?). It is a lovely place full of old buildings, churches and ruins of churches due to earthquakes over several hundred years, enough to make the Spanish abandon it for Guatemala city. It is also surrounded by three volcanoes - one of which dominates the town (photos to come…) and the other two I think must be hidden in clouds and behind the other hills that surround. All in all a nice, relaxing town.

We will have been here five nights in total, which has taken us on a tour of three hostels - due to funny smells and bad bookings (i.e. getting kicked out!). Tomorrow we leave for Copan Ruinas (missing accent due to american keyboard!) in Honduras - 4am start, urgh! There are ruins of Mayan origin there which should be very interesting too.

Sorry this is a bit brief, but we need sleep now…!

More to follow - including a run down of Chris’ gut situation ;-)


  Keir wrote @ June 20th, 2007 at 12:47 am

sorry to lower the tone, but a run down on the chris gut situation seems to imply that things are running - down his leg - that is not good!

  fiona wrote @ June 22nd, 2007 at 10:35 am

How close you are…. running for the loo is more like it though.

  Chris wrote @ June 22nd, 2007 at 10:41 am

Oi! Now, I was really rather smug when we went to a cheap comedor and paid a third of the price for dinner and received really rather good food. The walls could have used a scrub however. Needless to say, next day my guts were not in A1, tip-top, first-class condition (as I had boasted to Fiona the previous evening). It must have been the chili sauce as Fe was fine.

My only experience of bung-you-up drugs was with Dr Grouse in Madagascar and I´ve never seen anyone look so ill, so I was reluctant to partake of such pharmaceuticals. A long bus journey ahead necessitated some action however, and I took half a dose. Worked a treat.

My guts are now back on form, you´ll be pleased to hear.

  Lorna (Lil’ sis) wrote @ July 10th, 2007 at 1:45 pm

Sorry for being slightly behind the times here but the wonders of writing school reports and dealing with troublesome parents of children starting school in Septemeber has rather taken over my life in the past month or so. But only eight school days to go (remember England has bizarre holidays) until the holiday!

Now, dear Christopher and dear Fiona, please may I enlighten you on the delights of the guts of four and five and six year olds. I’m sure Lachlan and Lynne will merrily tell you all about baby sick but the vomit of slightly larger but still relatively small children is rather putrid!

Sometime this half term, I forget when exactley, it has been rather busy. One small child in my class by the name of Bob (I have to remember confidentiality) a rather cute, slightly thuggish looking child, who delights on teaching the nice, slightly snobbish middle class children of w******* (this is g****** middle class, a rather odd species) how to use words and phrases such as f*** off and b*****d was really rather out of sorts. Not himself at all, caused no bother, no bad language, hadn’t hit anybdy, was very quite, not even interested in your space lego dearest brother (goes down a hit, as does your farm). Tried to get him to have a sleep, to drink some water but just not himself.

Anyway, we get to story time and Miss Hill is merrily reading a story, all of a sudden, young Bob bursts into tears. Bob comes to sit on my Knee. Tried asking him what was wrong, well the howling gets worse and worse and then he wretches. ME in fear of sick down my clevage, turn siad child rather rapidly but no sick. Few! Huge sigh of relief!

But, oh no, all of a sudden, projectile vomit appears. straight into Miss Hills skirt, down Miss Hills tights and all over Miss Hills shoes. But not to stop there, Bob continued to produce projectile vomit.

I scream at one of the children to get a rubbish bin. No one moves. I scream at them again (I don’t do this often, only when I am being covered in sick), someone gets a bucket. I scream at them to empty out the full bin and they stand there doing nothing.

Sick is still appearing.

I tell one child to go and get my colleague from the next room.
“I don’t know who they are!” comes the reply
Sick is still appearing
I now have a bin in hand and empty pencil sharpenings, apple cores etc onto the carpet.
Bin ins shoved under Bobs chin.
Sick stops.

I then have 3 other members of staff running around after me.
My classroom rather plesantly smelt of sick and vegetable soup (that we had made that day!).

Or I could tell you about pink yoghurt sick all down my trousers, or watery sick straight into my lap. But I feel on this point, I should end my tales of wo on childrens sick.

I’m sure dearest christophers poorly guts were nothing compared to little Bobs.

  Fiona wrote @ July 11th, 2007 at 2:14 pm

Thanks for that Lorna, I am now feeling fairly sick myself (if not also rather amused!!). You’ll all be pleased to know d&v (I have learnt the lingo now) is currently doing the rounds at camp, I have managed to avoid it so far, but will be sure to keep you all informed…!

  Keir wrote @ July 12th, 2007 at 3:06 pm

Lorna, you stated that you feared that you would get sick down your cleavage and seemed to successfully only coat you bottom half so surely you should look at the positives from this Bob event! Sadly I have no puke stories to offer - but I did have a fun time once in Sri Lanka and was very greatful for tiled floors and walls.

  Lorna (Lil’ sis) wrote @ July 15th, 2007 at 8:06 am

Dear Fe
D&V - that’s a bit to polite for my liking.
Wee, poo, sick and snot is what we deal with!

Dear Keir
Sick stories some how seem to be more pleasant that sloppy poo stories! Not quite sure how probably because it just slightly less groase to clean up. Oh the wonders of being an infant teacher!

I was just glad one of pre-school staff, who lives 30 seconds away from school, walked through at the correct time and popped home to get me some clean clothes to put on.

And I am very glad the sick did not go down my clevage, that is just too putrid to even think about!

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