He may look like sweetness and light and butter wouldn't melt in his mouth but give him half the chance and he'll lead you on a merry dance. A merry dance to a land where sleep doesn't exist and where the white noise of screaming is all that can be heard.

But that was yesterday. He was much better this morning...

Working, packing, trying to sleep, working, packing, trying to sleep. And its cold. But wait til we get to Brazil!