I got up early today in order to finish a few small items on a website for one client today, and mosied on fairly normally with little interruption until the minute I got into the meeting at 3pm and was bombarded with texts, phone calls, voicemails, and when I checked my inbox an hour later it was practically overflowing. Such is the way the world works.

I'm not too sure where one of the calls even came from. It starts 006, which indicates foreign me thinks. All the others I have returned, but at the thought on an extortionate addition to my phone bill, I'm going to pass until I know where I'm dialling.

This evening I watched The Motorcycle Diaries for the first time; the film about the diaries of Che Guevera on his journeys through South America. It's a fantastic piece of cinema generally, the story is brilliantly portrayed and it has inspired me to take the book out at some point. It's also rekindled my passion to go out there and see the place. The Inca Trail and the Andes have always been numero uno on my list of destinations, but recently I'd forgotten how swept away I was by the National Geographic IMAX film that sparked my interest about eight years ago.

This weekend (and the run up to it) is going to be manic, starting tomorrow.