The exam was a comprehensive look at what I should have learned this week, and it was not a surprise to me or my teacher that I will have to work double hard next week. Ye Gods, the idea of working with irregular verbs in the past tense brings me back to the days of French 91, when my teacher decided that it was hopeless, and that the only way I would pass would be to stand at the back of the French choir, fill a hole, and mouth the words. A small price to pay in order to graduate, I thought.
I went out after classes and picked up my new glasses. The prescription is accurate, as I managed to get my IRIS contact back in Campbell River to email me the data. It seems that the glasses will do the job, and I can now see my instruments again, and possibly will be able to follow Mr. Garmin if he decides that he likes Guatemala. I asked for rugged frames, and thats what I got: I think that I look like an assessor for Revenue Canada,but that is okay, because everyone down here does their taxes. Hopefully the glasses will fit in the helmet, which is an issue. At least I am able to see again. The last two weeks with cheaters was a pain in the ass.
With the weekend, and no classes until Monday, I have planned an expedition out west to see some ruins and see if I can get lost and found in two days. I decided to not go with the folks from the moto cafe on their Sunday ride, and I will probably stay out of town tomorrow night, if I can find the ruins, which seem to be about 100 km to the west of Antigua. Folks tell me that it will be hot, as I am dropping down into the western lowlands. It is difficult to tell if there is a lot of fuel stops, but I think I will be okay. While I have enjoyed the week of learning and sleeping in the same bed, I also want to get on Blondy and do a bit of running, now that she has fresh oil and she is bright and shiny.
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