It was still early when we woke up, we had left the curtains open and the light was just beginning to turn red. It was still relatively warm down in these lower altitudes so it was pleasant enough to wait outside and see sun rise, lighting the peaks of the mountains.

Breakfast wasn't being served until 8am but we were in no rush, today had always just been planned as a chill out day. David's only frustration was a lack of internet or TV, he wanted to find out the result of the Scottish Referendum on Independence - was Scotland still in the Union or was it now a separate country?

At the hostel restaurant, while breakfast was being prepared in the kitchen, the WiFi was switched on for us. The signal was incredibly weak and it took a few websites to find one light enough to deliver the result - the majority of the people in Scotland had voted NO so the country remained part of the Union... phew!!

Breakfast was very tasty, they cooked some proper bacon that we could smell from the table. It was then put in a dish with eggs and maybe baked for a short time, it was delicious especially with toast and butter.

After a second coffee, we took a walk down to Coroico town. Our hostel was just under a kilometre outside town but the road was still good. It was a very neat cobbled road, not so easy to walk in jandals but not muddy. As we walked along the road, there were great views of the mountains and the valley, 500m below us.

It was mid morning by the time we reached the centre of town and it was getting busy. Shops were open, stalls were being set up randomly on the streets and loads of people were milling around the buses and taxis.

Andy wanted to check out the German bakery but after a long walk down some stairs, we discovered it didn't open until midday. We all thought that a late opening bakery was weird but agreed we'd come back later. We carried on down the stairs and came across a football pitch and watched a bit of old guys' football game.

We made our way back up the hill toward the plaza and came across the indoor market. It was half deserted, perhaps the stall owners were playing football. We had a drink at a cafe by the plaza and hung around, watching the world go by, until midday and made our way back to the bakery.

The German bakery had it's doors open this time but nothing resembled a bakery, it looked more like a bar/restaurant/cafe and there was no smell of freshly baked bread or cakes. There were a couple of half eaten cakes from yesterday (or maybe even the day before) on a shelf. We were told they would be baking tomorrow, which of course didn't help us much.

We climbed back up the stairs to the plaza, still a bit bewildered, and headed to a tienda to buy some snacks and wine to take back to the hostel.

Back at the hostel, we headed to the restaurant for a bit of lunch. The owners are French and a large part of the menu is made of savoury and sweet crepes, both of which were delicious.

The afternoon was spent sitting on the terrace, in the sun, admiring the view and reading books. Maria and Carlee decided it was hot enough to go for a swim in the pool, David and Andy didn't.

By late afternoon we were getting peckish and thirsty so the wine and snacks came out. It was only then that we realised we had nothing to drink the wine from. With some quick improvisation, plastic water bottles were cut in half and the wine was served.

We had no plans of going back into town for dinner and with the rain starting it was an easy decision to eat at the hostel restaurant again. Their menu was big enough not to get bored and the service was good. They also sold big bottles of beer very cheaply which kept David happy.