Journal entry number two and I'm still in Iwokrama. Bernie and I have settled into the pace of life here which basically goes as follows: wake up at 7, cold shower, breakfast of bread and fruit, morning work, lunch, then afternoon nap or more work, then supper at 6, then either a film or really early to bed. Thing is, amazing as our environment is, it's possibly the quietest place in the world, and the Guyanese are so laid back that not much gets done in a hurry. So far we've measured the trails and we're organising to paint some posts up with distances on this afternoon, and we've also done a quick recce to find plants to plant around the guest accomodation and we also dug the holes for those plants. There are no guests at the moment because it's out of season, so basically everyone spends their days chilling. A couple of the guys here have managed to get away with doing nothing at all, you see them walking around, or playing with a football. The amerindians are a quiet bunch, quite shy, and most of them work here and then go back to the local village downriver. There are about 10-15 working here, 4 in the kitchens, eustace in the shop, lewis the guide, lawrence and taki on the boats and rudy who led us down the long trail on the first day. The food is good and varied, last night they cooked pizza slices and they made me a macaroni cheese which was amazing. Generally, things are going really well, aside from these rubbish chest pains i keep having which make working really difficult, the medic Duncan or "doctor dunc" as i've named him has just started here and has loaded me up with pills in a variety of different colours which seem to have made little difference, but it's difficult to get fussed about it here, everything's so laid back anyway. As for mosquito's, i've been bitten quite a bit, but Lewis the guide has just recovered from his 9th infection, so i think it's a regular occurance. Finally, the river is pretty cool, quite shallow apparently, and with Sankar, the local three-legged cayman patrolling up and down. He's quite small but Sankar means big, so bit of a local joke there. Also in the river are some petroglyphs, rocks with carvings on from about 6000 years ago. Right, Bernie and I are starting to feel guilty because Canadian John (think Matthew McConawhateverhisname is) has started to lift the posts we're going to be using to make the signs with. Till next time