Sorry it’s been so quiet around here. I’ve been away twice in the last few weeks, and in the time since then I’ve been revving frantically to catch up with what’s been happening in my absence. But just to make you all jealous, here is one of the photos I took on my trip to Cancun:
It’s hard to believe such places really exist, isn’t it? But this is the raw shot, straight off the camera, no processing at all. It’s a tiny beach at the ancient Mayan city of Tulum — the most startlingly beautiful place I’ve ever seen.
Mind you, the hotel was pretty darned gorgeous, too:
Again, no PhotoShop: I took this one from the balcony of one of the hotel’s numerous restaurants. It was a resort-style hotel-with-everything.
In a comment on the last post, Brian quite rightly ranted: “You’re going to be in **Mexico**. Get out on the street and have some tlacoyos and gorditas and pambazos and chapulines and tacos and escamoles and enchiladas and moles and those Yucatan grilled crepes and …” (there was more like this). And I admit, half shamefully, that we hardly did any of that stuff. But you know what? I don’t care. The hotel was great, super helpful, endless free food and drinks, and people whose job it is to wander along the beach looking for people who might fancy a drink, taking orders and bringing out the cold beers, frozen margaritas, or (as it was for me on one occasion), a nice hot cup of tea. (Hey, I’m English.)
In principle, I agree with Brian. But when it came to it, it was great being in such a hotel (especially on Index Data’s dime!), and I just lay back and enjoyed it. I certainly wouldn’t want to do it every time I went away, but as a one-off it was sensational.
Well, anyway. I’d been back at work for only three days when it was time to go off to Bonn for the 2nd International Workshop on Sauropod Palaeobiology and Gigantism. I wrote about this over on my other blog, so I won’t repeat myself here, beyond saying that it was the Best. Conference. Ever. No question.
So that’s why I’ve been quiet.
Next time, I’ll tell you my amazing new idea for getting into space cheaply.
… and finally
Another pleasant evening at the Forest Folk Club last night. I’d been short of time to prepare new material, so I only sang two songs: Carole King’s ode to insecurity Will You Love Me Tomorrow? and Ringo Starr’s oddly melancholy kids’ song Octopus’s Garden. (Why the Ringo song? Because I’d previously done songs by Paul McCartney, George Harrison and John Lennon, and it seemed only fair to complete the set. Plus I thought the Christmas session would be my best chance of getting away with it!)