As we'd not really explored the island so far & we were due to leave today, we thought we'd hire some transport to get us to see the Petroglyphs & stone statues. Unfortunately we weren't allowed to hire a scooter, as the roads where we wanted to go were rocky & unsuitable. Next choice was of course the ATV. But after they had a shed load of trouble starting it & it wouldn't go back into neutral when I took it up the road & back, I said sod it & we begrudgingly settled on push bikes. We wanted to visit 2 places & chose to go to the nearest place first. About 20 mins into the ride, Rach was not enjoying the hills in the heat, so turned back. I ploughed on & eventually, after what seemed like hours, came to a town. It turns out, it'd only been an hour & that I'd gone the wrong way right from leaving the bike shop & had gone to the furthest place first! Still, I'd got there in good time, so visited the stone statues & had a spot of breakfast. Whilst there, I helped the owner put up some thick polythene to make his place a little more waterproof & watched pigs run up & down the street. A sight I didn't expect in the most major town on the island! From here, I pedalled my way back & tried to make it to Santa Cruz along the bumpy, muddy track whilst, what looked like pterodactyls hovered above me & goats ran amok. When I saw a sign for some petroglyphs (which was what I was after), I turned off & up a 300m track leading to a farm. When I got there, the owner said there were no guides available, but he showed me one example, after which I turned back to get the bike back at 1pm, stopping to take the odd photo of the various bird species adorning the trees. We then caught the bus back to the port, the ferry back to the mainland, followed by a taxi to town. We'd missed the last bus to Granada, so shared a cab with a rather well-educated young English guy (Jamie), who was staying there. Our hostel, The Bearded Monkey was a short walk from the town centre, where we grabbed food & a few drinks whilst watching the street acts & being pestered by hawkers selling their wares. This one avenue where we were, had a number of bars & restaurants on it, each with their tables & chairs out on the pavement/road, all full of tourists, giving the place a VERY European feel. (This avenue was just off the neatly presented & very green Central Park, with horse drawn carriages adorning it's sides, waiting for their next fares). While Rach opted for the traditional margarita, I ended up drinking a Michelada, (lager mixed with a spicier version of a Bloody Mary less the vodka, I think!). Oddly enough, it was actually quite drinkable! A nice local lad playing flute for tips joined us & we spent the evening trying to converse with what little grasp we had of each others language. Another drink in one of the other bars & we headed back.