crickets, cockroaches, rockets

i ended up last night completely exhausted. the jetlagged finally catching up with me.

i did manage to go to the launch party, and sampled some of the finnish vodka flown straight in for the occassion. but very early, defeated, i went to bed.

go in the toilet, turn on the light, scuttle scuttle scuttle...ahhh the forgotten, familiar sight of the all latinamerican cockroach!

i'd forgotten what it can be like at night when you're not in the city. it's twenty times noisier. crickets chirruping, a bizarre tweet rithmically going off. and also the rockets. boom! boom! boom! it was a fiesta for some virgin or other (or is there only one of them?) and the locals just went all night long, firing their rockets even in the middle of the nightly rainstorm.

at last woke up to a sunny day, only to find out i'm on "backup minuting" duty, so here i am, minuting away, playing with the powerpoint presentation and joshing with the boss, while the sun -- i'm sure -- is laughing at us out there