Rafting, salsa, céilí.

After some pretty hectic times with the PPVs, we were given a day off on Monday, and most of us went whitewater rafting.

I hadn't done it before, but it was a lot of fun. I'll definitely be looking to do it when I get back to the UK. Here's a picture of the river.

We traveled 19 miles in the raft, and saw the most spectacular views of valleys, mountains and waterfalls. I didn't have my phone with me to take any photos because water, so sorry, those views are in my memory, for me only. You can't have them.

There was a football match arranged for after the rafting, but my nose was bunged up, so I went to the supermarket to get some decongestant tablets. I picked up a couple of other things too.

This was a good shop.

That's right. That's a box of Frosties, covered in chocolate, with marshmallows. Sugar much? That's a bottle of rum. I'm a pirate. Arrr. The night descended into drunken chaos. It was a lot of fun.

Yesterday the Project Managers had training sessions all day, which, as Fieldbase staff, I didn't have to attend. I managed to get four blogs done. It was a good productive day.

I was asked to help out with a role playing session where I had to play the part of a venturer who didn't want to do any work. I essentially had to be a brat and spend an hour saying that Raleigh was shit and everybody involved in Raleigh was a dick. All the Project Managers agreed that I was the most difficult scenario to try and deal with. I was oddly proud of that.

Last night was salsa night. I don't like dancing, but knew to give it a go anyway just to avoid being harassed. It was OK with beer and swigs of Jameson, and the night ended singing and dancing on the terrace.

This morning I desperately wanted a bacon sandwich. With a nice blast of brown sauce. I had to settle for Pringles, ham and ketchup. It was still carbs and piggy, right?

No, it wasn't the same. Not bad though.

Meh.

Work was a struggle but a cheeky power nap after lunch got me through. Myself and photographer Tess have to do a Comms presentation to the Project Managers in a bit. Piece of piss.

With three Scots and two Irish in our little tribe, there's going to be a céilí tonight. It should be a laugh - I have vague happy memories of jumping around céilís when I was at UCD. Good times. It's also the last night we can drink, as the Home Country Venturers arrive tomorrow. Something about that suggests it could get messy...

Nothing really to reflect on today. I'm too tired. Just enjoying getting on with my work and getting wasted with good people.

But Project Manager Allan said his mum reads this blog. Hi Allan's mum!