After about five minutes sitting in the agency�s reception, a little minibus pulled up outside and we sat ourselves down at the back, speeding off round the corner to pick up some more people.

First stop was Puerto Rawson, where we were to get on a boat and see Commerson�s Dolphins, "the pandas of the sea".

Unfortunately, after getting off the minibus, we were told that the strong wind was making the sea choppy and that they weren�t running the service in the morning.

Daniel, our guide, suggested that instead of hanging about at Rawson, we should head straight to Punta Tombo, the penguin colony, and then, if the boats were running in the afternoon, then we could head back.

So, back in the bus for the hour and a half ride down to the "pinguineria", where we saw some guinacos on the way (kind of like llamas, but llamas live in the Andes).

We arrived at the entrance to Punta Tombo and paid our money, getting back on the bus to drive slowly through the penguins nesting areas to the public access area by the beach.

There were penguins everywhere, running about, sitting down in the shade, doing what they do on the Discovery Channel, the lot.

There was even one which was guarding the path and trying to bite anyone who went to get across.

"Pinguino loco", explained one of the guides, making the international �maaaad� sign before gently pushing the penguin out of the way with a stick.

The wierdest thing was seeing penguins on grass. I mean, the John Smiths adverts or the, um, Penguin ads always seems to have them on ice floes or dancing in the pub, never sitting about in little holes looking like its a golf course.

But, hey, they�re penguins. They�re little, they�re cute. Awwwww.

We went back to the bus, got told to leave the kidnapped penguin behind (wasn�t our fault he was following us and trying to cling on to the bottom of the bus) and got ready for Rawson, only to be told the sad news that the boats still weren�t running.

Instead, we were going to head straight to Gaiman for Welsh tea, something which Emma and I had already planned for Wednesday, so weren�t overly excited about.

We did need food, though, so we went to Breuddwyd for a snack and then sat outside in the sunshine waiting for the others, to get our lift back to Trelew.

Back in Trelew, we had to get our money back from the travel agency for the dolphin trip, but first we decided to go to the dinosaur museum.

It was expensive ($15) and felt strangely small. Emma thinks it may have been because they crammed all of the exhibits into three or four rooms rather than spreading them out in some big, airy place.

The lack of bilingual signs was also annoying as my knowledge of Spanish biological and geographical terms needs some extra homework!

Still, something else that had to be done and was now done!

After that, we went home to have some pasta for tea and an early night ahead of the whale watching tomorrow.