After that, I went back home and met Emma, leaving just in time to catch the midday bus to Madryn in order to have a look round the place and watch a football game.

Upon arriving there, I went and asked at the tourist information where the ground was, getting a very bemused look from the staff used to being moidered about whales and hotels.

They gave me directions and so we went up and bought some tickets for the seated areas in the middle of the ground, quite expensive at $15, double the price of the terraces.

After that, we went back into town, where we wandered quickly around some of the tourist shops and then sat down in a cafe for lunch (the game wasn�t kicking off until 4pm).

We sat there and watched the Spanish football on the box, while being served by an Australian. Puerto Madryn - very international!

We left the cafe with about half an hour to go before kick off, and after walking back up the mild slope towards the ground (and hearing the singing from some distance away) we got in with about ten minutes till kick off - enough time to find the toilets (the traditional football style of dingy with no running water to wash your hands) and then find a seat.

Labouring under the impression that the team, Brown, weren�t that big, we thought that we could get a decent seat just by turning up. Wrong. I guess that some people had been sitting there for an hour or more to get their good view, leaving us about three rows from the front with a big fence in front of us.

Ah well, at least we could see the game anyway.

Not the best of matches, an Argentinian third flight game between Brown and Cipolleti, but the fans kept us entertained with a permanent 90 minute bouncing section of Brown fans behind the one goal, and some topless (male, sadly) Cipoletti fans running up and down their cordoned off section of the ground.

The game was decided in the first minute of the second half when Cipolleti caught Brown sleeping, and their utterly toothless attack meant there was no way back into the game.

By the way, have you ever seen those people sitting there watching football on the television basking in sunshine and thought, "lucky sods, they don�t have to put up with freezing cold fingers and other extraneous body parts"?

Well, the sun was shining at Madryn, and it was bloody freezing. Loopy blokes topless on one side and us sitting there with four layers on, in the sunshine and our teeth chattering. Cooooold!

After the game, we walked slowly back towards town, again making some more visits to some tourist traps shops before getting the 7:30 bus back to Trelew.

We hot-footed it home for some quick pasta and then back out again to go and watch The Terminal (the Tom Hanks /Catherine Zeta Jones) movie at the cinema.

Not bad, not good, just mildly entertaining Sunday night fayre.