2004-04-17 - 12:23 p.m.

Reuni0n Island, indian ocean, Day two, though i did day one today too if you go back one.

It�s really not fun, driving around this place. You�d think it was all lazy jaunts in a lollopping jalopy, waving to the smiling locals as you pass, perhaps buying a pineapple-based soft drink from them. But no. It�s like London. But a London that has had all the roads replaced with treacherous mountain passes. After the worlds scareiest ascent, i get to the viewing point, where you can see the prehistoric valley, a stunning example of nature�s raw power, hewn into the living rock. Sadly for me, all i can see is several cubic kilometres of dense fog, my intense suicidal feelings given a boost by the fact that i now have to drive immediately back down.

Typing on this whacky keyboard is too tiring � i feel lilke one opf those chimps they taught to do sign language. So more when i find a normal keyboard. In brief, today i went on the most energy sapping tour of a museum ever, spent four hours lost in the mountians trying to find my hotel, almost flooded my room, been subject to several weird insect bites and electrocuted myself. Laissez les bons temps roullez!