Who is this guy?

If you've written to me and not yet recieved a reply, it's not because I'm ignoring you (*cough*KateandAmanda*cough*). Much of my mail was stuck in Georgetown after I moved to Region Nine, and I only got it right at the beginning of December. Then it takes about a month for my letters back to get to the States. They're on their way.
Packages are like Christmas: it doesn't really matter what's in the box, we're going to get ridiculously excited anyways. Pretty colored duct tape and paracord in the box was like finding treasure. The candy was shared with my closest neighboring volunteers, and you'd have thought I was handing out cocaine. My host sisters play with the cards every single night, and I gave out the teeshirts (except for one, because I realized I needed a NH teeshirt too!) and it makes me smile to see people walking around emblazoned with NH slogans.
Oh, by the way, did I tell you I got to see Prince Harry? Yeah, that happened. He came to Guyana, flying in to a town not far from me, so I tagged along with the local school children. There weren't many people there to see him, which goes to show how remote everything is here. If he'd landed in New Hampshire, the entire state would have come to gawk. As it was, I was close enough to pat him on the head (I didn't, don't worry).

It's hard to top that for news, but I'm heading back to Region Four for Orlenna's wedding, which will be the first wedding I've been to outside of North America. It will be strange going back to our training site, but being the only volunteer there.
At some point soon, I'll head to Lethem, and pay for internet at one of the hotels so I'll have enough to post more pictures, and maybe get to actually call people back home. The hotels are really the only places where you can do that: everywhere else, if you can GET wifi, it's too slow or too little. Uploading this one picture took nearly half an hour.