Thought I'd give you the pleasure of my artistic genius as described in my last blog.

Pretty good lie in (we were dreading 4 hours of not being able to communicate as per last night, so a late start was appreciated), then breakfast, a boiled egg (fantastic, I've had eggs in many different forms on my trip but this was the first boiled one), and fried pancake things, very nice, but there were a lot of them. Beginning to understand where Andean women get their ample figures from. We were then led outside to the sheep pen, Julia was particularly excited as there was a lamb which had obviously been born overnight. I was more interested in the tiny black kitten outside of the pen. After 20 minutes untangling the sheep (they all wear rope head collars with long leads and also have their fore and hind legs tied together on one side, therefore at night, this results in a huge ball of knotted rope), we followed the sheep and Alfonzo to what felt like the other side of the island, to tether them for grazing. Following this, he took us to a patch of ground where they were growing maize and we spent the next 90 minutes harvesting the crops. Quite handy with a scythe, I'll have you know. Lots of locals around, all very friendly, obviously quite used to random tourists working in the fields (yes we paid for this!). Great to watch how they work, funniest bit was watching four grown men trying to load a donkey with crops, it wasn't heavy, but the donkey was having none of it, kept running off just as they were about to tie the load into its back. Once they did get it secure and let it go (they generally know where to go, so take themselves), it b*****ed off really quickly, with it's load perching precariously on one side and one of the men running after to catch it!!! Walked back to the house for lunch (3 hours after our huge breakfast), which was veg soup and more rice and potatoes. Thankfully they weren't offended we didn't finish. Said goodbye to our hosts, then onto the boat to go home. Really nice to have seen they way the islanders live, would have been good to be able to communicate better though. Another reason to learn Spanish for my return trip.........

Afternoon was an opportunity to do some washing, grab a hot chocolate at the coffee shop from the first house and get a fix of Inca Cola. It is so addictive, a bit like Tizer mixed with Iron Bru, but a bright yellowy green colour (I imagine the same kind of colour you see after eating a lot asparagus). Apparently more popular here than Coke, I can understand why.

Evening was a restaurant with local dancing (didn't get forced to get up, so quite enjoyed it!!), and ordered my whole meal in Spanish, ark at me.....