They werent there, which made me think that I�d arrived late, but they pulled up five minutes later, explaining that they�d been off doing some early morning shopping.

We drove round to pick up Rhian and then headed off to Rawson, first of all stopping at the Welsh church there which I�d seen a few days earlier. After that, we drove through the middle of the town towards the port where some sea-lions were basking in the sunshine, having a snooze near to the boats. We went for a walk on the breakwater and looked out onto the Atlantic Sea, before getting back into the car and driving slowly along the seafront, imagining what it must be like during the summer months with people around.

On the way back to Trelew, we took a bit of a detour to meet one of Carwyn�s parishioners, Ann Owen, and went to her farm and had a chat with her little dogs, one of which was called Batuku and was sooo cute. She lived out on the farms, so we also called in at the chapel at Drofa Dulog, which was locked up, and the school next door, which is where Howys and Elena (the sisters with whom Rhian and I are staying - me with Howys, her with Elena) were schooled.

Getting the full tour of the area, we drove around some of the more exclusive areas of Trelew and then to Moriah Chapel, which, sadly, was also locked up.

After arriving back in time for lunch, Rhian and I then set off for Gaiman, where the Music School were holding a celebratory fund-raising tea and concert.

We took the bus and, being Welsh, arrived promptly five minutes after the 4:30 start. Of course, this being Argentina, we were the first there and a woman hurried over to collect our money before we went and sat on the top table, and said our hellos to people that we knew.

Between us, I think it�s fair to say that we ate our fair share of cakes and drank a lot of tea - not always a good thing when you have to sit through a concert, but, as seems to be the norm here, the standard of the concert was fantastic. Unbelievably professional, although at times it felt as though we were the only ones who weren�t taking part!

The concert came to an end at 7:30, the same time as there was a bus leaving for Trelew, so after a hurried lavatory trip to get rid of the tea, we ran down the street for the bus. It wasn�t there, and there was no queue either. Grr.

We met a woman on the way up the hill who had also been at the concert, and she reckoned that we�d missed it, with another hour and a half till the next one.

We took the very practical step of going to the Tavarn Las, but no sooner had we plonked ourselves down and received a litre of Quilmes than the bus drove past. Shoulders were shrugged and the conversation continued.

Finishing the beer in good time to get the next bus, we arrived back in Trelew not exactly hungry, but in need of a nibble, so we rang Becca and went for a meal in the middle of town (it was about 11-ish by now), but Botudiega, the chosen restaurant, was absolutely packed with a queue at the door. No go. So we went round the corner to Sugar, which was only half-full so we settled ourselves down and ordered food and wine on a slightly cramped table in the corner.

The wine flowed, the conversation flowed. It night wasn�t going to end there (1am and we�d just finished dinner), so by common consent we went to SJ�s and found ourself a table where we could see and hear each other talk and then went home at about 3-4ish after a few drinks. Whew. Busy day!