The dust has settled for another year. The echoes of blunt machetes hacking have faded from the jungle, the bamboo clumps stand defiantly despite the onslaught, the Mozorola ferry is catering for customers again instead of free diving Survival Runners, the birds have birdshit island to themselves again to poop in peace. The locals are still chattering from Balgue to El Quino about the ‘gringos locos’ dragging 5 metre bamboo sections behind their bikes – that should provide entertainment in the bars right through the summer.