So I fell out of bed at 4ish and went off to the cyber cafe to check what the Barry score had been (5-0 against Maesteg in the League Cup 1st round!, awesome) and talk to people about the game.

It was about 8 that I got back to the house and Granny asked me where the boy had been from.

"What boy?" I asked, confused

"The one who rang earlier, the one you spoke to!"

Apparently, I had spoken to Aled from Ashokan on the phone earlier on while I was effectively asleep. Or, at least, I didn�t remember any of the conversation.

Oh, crumbs, what if I had arranged to meet him today in Trelew? Or in Madryn? He might have been waiting somewhere for me from, like, 2pm.

Not having his phone number or address in Madryn, I could have done the simple and obvious thing and wait for him to phone back and arrange something.

Or I could go to a strange city that I barely know and look for someone that I�ve met twice in my life.

So which do you think I did?

A couple of sandwiches later and I was on my way to search for Aled in Madryn.

I had a strategy - go to the tourist information centre, get a list of hotels and youth hostels and visit them and try and find Aled before the last bus an hour later.

Looking back, it seems an unbelievably stupid idea.

"Hey, I know someone in Pontypridd, no, I don�t have his address or phone number, I�m just going to walk the streets until I find him"

Obviously, after ten minutes of walking around Madryn (and having a very nice frutilla and pineapple ice-cream on the beach), I saw Aled inside a restaurant, having dinner.

What are the chances of that happening? Que raro!

So I walked in, sat down next to him and the family with whom he was eating, had a short conversation (during which Aled understandably decided that I was clearly barking) and then a lift back to the bus station.

So I got the last bus back to Trelew, checked my e-mail again (obsessive compulsive disorder) and went to bed. Obviously.