Am at Undara. Unfortunately, I can only get an internet connection through my mobile phone if I hold the phone above my head, like a contemporary version of the Statue of Liberty.
I'll be able to post again once I get back to the coast on Thursday. Which, incidentally, is my birthday. I think. I'm now in the sort of state where the only two questions I ask are 'what day is it?' and 'have I gone out with toothpaste round my mouth?' Except I'm not so bothered about the day. Or, now I think of it, the toothpaste, either.
A friend just pointed out my birthday is on Wednesday. I knew it was sometime in May.