Having arrived early last week, I once again gently sauntered down the hill towards the church only to find that I was late and that they had already started. Once again, time flew and it was soon eleven o�clock and time to go down to Moriah Chapel where, according to the paper, the governor was re-opening the church.

There were around 200 at Moriah for the official opening of one of the oldest churches in the Province and the final resting place of many of the most important Welsh colonists. Das Neves, the governor, was one of the many who made a speech outside the chapel before the small church was filled to bursting point with choirs and the like celebrating the re-opening.

Following the service, I had the opportunity to look around the graveyard before being given a lift back to the centre of town.

Not knowing what the norm is for parties in Argentina, I went to the supermarket and bought some nibbles before wandering down 25 de Mayo towards Vilma�s house where the party was being held at around 2ish.

Fortunately, I ran into her husband (sorry, can�t remember his name!) on his way to the shop so he let me in, avoiding any awkward knocking on the wrong door problems etc.

Most of Gwanwyn, the dancing group, were there for the birthdays of two of the girls, and we spent the afternoon chatting, discussing vegetarianism, family histories and, um, children with psychological disorders. Not sure how we got onto the last one.

Afterwards we went out into the garden and took a tot of mate, the Argentinian national drink and then, as people gradually dispersed, I wandered back along the main street where I managed to hail a bus to Gaiman and arrived home nice and early in the evening.

I spent the rest of the night finishing off reading Bruce Chatwin�s In Patagonia novel about his experiences travelling through the area back in the seventies, then picking up another of the �English� books that I�d brought with me, �Girlfriend in a Coma� by Douglas Coupland, but deciding to put it to one side to read tomorrow.