Darwin Corral; commerical papers, 2pm 19th Dec,

The Corral is a monument in itself; a monument to the past... another Falklands... another world within another world...

It seems so completely detached from the world which I became immersed in, and awestruck by after leaving the Falklands to go to college.

It seems so ridiculous now, but I was captivated by the commerical, material world; It made me feel as though I was part of the mysterious, shiny world that I had seen so much of in magazines but never been able to reach... in a twisted way adhering to it made me feel as though I was actually a part of the current moving Western world... living...

The whole experience of this replacement was quite amusing in various ways really- Gabi and I desperately trying to battle the wind and set fire to my materialistic paraphenalia (resulting in failure and me trying to sneakily throw it in the oven to avoid admitting failure to my parents who labelled the entire project as "Helen's burying and setting fire to things project"!) as well as my childhood memories of Layla and I drinking beer within its shelter; stumbling home across the rickety causeway... believing that 2 beers each made us hardcore drinkers!