On Friday night we watched The Motorcycle Diaries, the story of two friends traveling South America on the back of an old motorbike. The youngest of the duo, Ernesto Guevara (later Che Guevara), is transformed by his experiences as he rubs shoulders with the poor, from leprosy patients to those unjustly ousted from their land. The film draws its viewers to see life through the eyes of young Ernesto and as a result bypasses some of the more 'political' directions that a narrative of this nature could take. The focus is life and its value, rather than the promotion of political ideals. Now I must get back to the sun...