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| The result is my new associate Poncho, a stumpy little chap who seems to be permanently drowning in his huge patterned shawl, but despite the encumbrance turns out to be a dab hand with all this new-fangled recording equipment that busy academics such as myself simply don’t have time to bother getting to grips with (as you can see from the image opposite, so far my one and only attempt to hijack his camera). |
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My loyal sidekick seems to be a man of few words, but he loves to dance, I’ll give him that. Often at inopportune moments, but nobody’s perfect. More importantly, he’s a dab hand at taking photographs: I’ve posted some of his best work from today (before his spontaneous jiving scared the animals off) on the page marked Images. Promising young fellow, don’t you think?
What's unfortunate is that he also has a knack for hand-drawn art and seems set on one-upping every sketch I produce, which could prove aggravating in the long run. My own initial etchings I’ll keep here within my Journal, with Poncho's 'improved' efforts shuffled over to the Sightings file alongside my observations of each species.
It's jolly hard to tell just how smug Poncho is about his considerable talents, as like all the other islanders, he keeps a brightly coloured mask affixed to his face with seemingly no inclination to ever take it off. Not in my presence, at least. These quirky natives! I’ll be sure to grill him about some of the hare-brained local customs when we get to know each other better. |
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