Valley High Villa
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... a better look when I get home. In the meantime, I unimaginatively called him 'Fred'. Fred the fish! I think he was using us to find food in the sand, as when we we're walking, he was swimming around our feet and pecking at things floating up. When we floated at the surface, he was swimming around our bellies! It was like we were his private shoal! He was with us for about 10 minutes before he got bored and swam away. We swam a lot and ...
... and buy Sven a snorkel mask. Then back to the water! There were so many fish! They were eating the bread from my hand! I got loads of great pics, if a little fuzzy. The little buggers are too quick! The videos I got however are fantastic. We got out when we ran out of bread and sunbathed a while. This proved to be a bad idea. I am now sunburnt!! I am officially luminous! We went to the lobby to use the wifi. I tried to FaceTime mum but the signal was too ...
... I had
never realised there was so much to a game of dominoes.
De ja vu from Peru this morning after
waking to a violently shaking bed although instead of the shaking
being produced by a horny Argentinian in the bunk below this time it
was the whole house that was shaking. I wasn't quite sure of what the
correct procedure was in an earthquake so I just lay ...
... him record a dancehall track with another MC who had just been doing a radio interview. After work on Wednesday, me and some other volunteers travelled by taxi to Nine Miles, a small village about an hour and a half away from Mandeville, and also the birth place, chidhood home and resting.place of Bob Marley. Jamaican taxi drivers will try and fit as many people as possible into a cab, regardless of how many seats there are, so you need yo be prepared to be ...
... to E-Stim. We practiced moving and grasping small objects. We had Carl playing Tic-Tac-Toe with another patient. We used ice to reduce more tone. Then we gave Carl a pen. For the first time in nearly a year, Carl could write his name. He was so proud of himself, and Trista and I were so excited for him. After a break, Carl walked up to Trista and I, and lifted his hand, "Look," he said. On his own, he extended his thumb and pinky. I've never seen ...