And we’re here! At the school I mean. It’s a jungle fo’ sho’. We flew out of the local airport in Santa Cruz early Friday morning. The airport is tiny! One departure gate, one ticket counter…we had to buy the tickets only a day in advance. There was no security to speak of. They didn’t even check our bags for the first stage of our flight and they have no scanning equipment. We just got on the plane…a twin prop engine deal with about 20 seats. I ended up having to pay $50.00 extra because my luggage far exceeded the 20 kilo (44 lb) limit. Anyway, John and I felt like a spectacle…together we had more luggage than the rest of the passengers combined. But then they weren’t moving out to live in the jungle for the next nine months either! And so we consoled ourselves. After arriving in Guayaramarin, we ended up waiting at the airport for about two and a half hours. Finally we took a taxi to the Adventist station (it’s a repeater station for the one in Santa Cruz). I was so thankful John was with me ‘cause he’s pretty good with Spanish. About 30 minutes later, Jeff showed up at the station on a motorcycle. He apologized for being late. Evidently the road was blockaded and he had to find an alternate route to town…which turned out to be a goat track through the jungle. Obviously there was no way to take all our goods on the bike, so John and I packed daypacks for the weekend and piled on. We conquered the goat trail without too much trouble although John fell off the back once. But what was worse was the distance. And with three of us crammed on a two man bike for a one hour, 30 km drive, we were in for a thrashing. Especially with John and I sharing the second set of foot pegs. By the time we got here I felt like I’d received a category four spanking. You know, the kind with the belt, and the wooden spoon, and no trousers…okay so it wasn't quite that bad…And so we’re here! Quite the setup they have here. Pretty much looks like a little native village with all these huts…There’s definitely plenty of work to do.