Bob Harris I am not

The last two days I have been stuck in a meeting. I am not usually the formal development meeting person. Others are involved in these conferences – evaluating and planning and sharing – sitting behind desks, fiddling with translation head pieces. I am usually more of the hands on guy, the person who is out there getting my hands dirty, seeing and being involved in projects, rather than talking about them.

So I have found these two days hard. When you are used to working with young people and making things as creative and interactive as possible, a day stuck behind a desk listening to powerpoint presentations being read is never really going to turn me on. We are also in a high rise hotel in the centre of Tegucigalpa, in a street that appears more like the latin zone of disney land than the Tegucigalpa I have come to know and love, and the city we had spent such a great few days in before moving here. I can’t help feeling like Bob Harris in the middle of ‘Lost in Translation’ as I have felt stuck in our high rise hotel unable to leave.

Me and LG only confirmed this when we ventured to the gym, which was on the top floor with a stunning view over Tegucigalpa. Tucked up in our little gym bubble though, it was almost like a picture on the wall, rather than the real world and we could have been anywhere…thankfully we got a little lost on our way down and found a deserted balcony outside, which not only gave us a breath of fresh, warm, un-air conditioned air, but we could also hear the sounds and smell the smells of the city. The meetings and preparations mean we’ve hardly had a minute to even leave the four walls…….

So tonight, in the words of Bob Harris….”can you keep a secret? I’m trying to organize a prison break…..”