Architecture! Frescoes! Buildings! History! It was so nice today to see these things after weeks of trees, animals and the odd hut. Don't get me wrong I love that part of Africa, but it has been nice to see something different.

Today we went across the lake to a monastery on an island, on first inspection it did look a bit like a hut, but inside it was amazing. It was built in 14th century and then restored in 17th century. It had beautiful paintings detailing the life of Christ and it was lovely to get a handle on the Ethiopian Orthodox church from our guide Kas.

After the monastery, we got back on the boat and the guys got dropped on another monastery which was men only. They teased us about not being able to visit it. The girls went to "Prison Island" and visited the nunnery there. Kat and I also had a swim, everyone else, was too afraid of Belhartsia, a worm like parasite that lives in the snails in the lake that can be transmitted to humans.

We got out of the water, which we basically had to slide into on our bums, because the shore was so rocky and went to get the boys. The boys were not happy and the monastery has been undergoing extensive renovations for years and was closed. Our guide failed to tell them this and now it was their turn to cop s***.

We got back to the camp and went to have coffee and a local café, the food there was really good and we all decided to get something, even though dinner tonight was provided. I had this amazing spaghetti, which had a bit of chili in it. I also had some of Kat's Doro, which is the spiciest thing on the menu and it was awesome. I had quite a bit of Cate's Shiro and left the restaurant, with my stomach feeling like I eaten tiger balm.

Guy and I decided to go off investigating together and did a lap of the town, before we ended up at a water front bar chatting with some locals he had met the day before. There was a boy there of about 12 who collected foreign currency so he could change it to get local. Interesting scam. As he had let me in on it, I proceeded to give him one of all the seven currencies in my wallet, which he loved.

Guy and I had been in search of a pool table, which we had found, but somehow managed to get side tracked. Our new friends of course spoke the local language and were able to ask the wait staff for whiskey. After failing to get them to understand "Jack Daniels" (Who is that?, they asked) we finally managed to get Johnnie Walker black out of them. So I poured whiskey, served in a brandy balloon over the tiger balm feeling in my stomach, and when they give you a drink here it is automatically a double.

We stayed and drank with the locals for about an hour before heading back to camp to make an appearance for dinner. I was a little but tipsy by the stage and Sarah was amused no end by my statement of "I found whiskey" followed by endless giggling. Sarah had just got back with our passports and she called me over to the truck and held up a packet of bacon. She had bought one for herself, one for Dave and one for me. What a lovely thought.

I had a beer at the bar, while I was waiting for dinner and then after dinner Guy, Yngvar and I met up with our local friends and went to a local bar, which was really no more than a mud shack. We tried the local wine, which was served in a vessel that looked like a flower vase. It was strong wine and I later found out it was just a juice of some kind mixed with the local spirit, something which tastes like paint stripper mixed with tuna.

We headed back to camp, I was now quite drunk and we met up with some of the other crew. I kept drinking, beer this time and insisted that I needed my stilettos so I could strut around the bar. Kat like a true trooper went and got them out of the back locker on the truck for me and we put on some Amy Winehouse and I strutted around in my heels, which until now have been the most useless thing I brought to Africa. I don't remember too much after that, except Kat walking me back to the tent and pretending to bust in on Richard. I kept giggling at Kat's comment that my bag looked like "Cindi Lauper's wardrobe had exploded". Good times.