I arrived just before their 10 o�clock break this time and met the same group that I had a few days earlier. This time they press-ganged their teacher, who explained that I had been having tea with her grandparents in Dolavon last week (! - small world), into having me teach the class "so that they could hear a native speaker of English".

A very strange experience, following on my attempted teaching of sociolinguistics to Cardiff uni students earlier this year. I guess I should, like, do a TEFL course or get some kind of training!

I explained what I was doing in Trelew again, got the students (I keep wanting to type "kids") to introduce themselves and then ask me questions. So, we started off talking about Wales and stuff and then ended up discussing football and music.

"No, I do not like Robbie Williams, and, yes, I do agree that the Spice Girls were better when they didn�t sing".

After the class, I stood outside with them while they smoked and discussed everyday life (and, yes, like every other language class everywhere, they switched straight back to their normal language!), including with one guy whose band are playing tomorrow night in Plaza Independencia and claims Muse as his favourite band, "but they never play here", he sighed. Made a mental note to check out his band even if I can�t see them tomorrow.

Went to see Elena and get a new version of the translation that Rhian had left behind while she went to the Andes with Esyllt, Carwen and Alicia and then headed to the gym afterwards and back home.

I had arranged to meet up with Betiana, one of my "intercambios" in Plaza Independencia at 4 o�clock, where she would be wearing a "white woollen hat". I thought about getting a white carnation and standing under the clocktower, but I couldn�t find either so hung about by the bandstand until a girl in a white woollen hat arrived. Easy as pie.

After meeting up, we wandered along to SJ�s for a coffee as we worked out the format for our conversations, roughly switching between languages every fifteen minutes.

Beti is studying political sciences at the university, so we ended up having a long debate/discussion about the mechanics of politics here and in Wales.

Time flew by, no, seriously, so we left the caff at six so that she could go to her English class while I went off home.

I had a bit of tea and then back off to the cybercafe to type up some of the corrections to my Welsh translation - some of which were typos, just me being desperate to finish it off! More haste, less.... and all that!

Then, at half nine, and with the Welsh Premier weekday chat drawing to a close, I decided to go and watch King Arthur at the cinema. Thursday is cheap night, you see. I�m not entirely sure about the historical veracity of the storyline, but at least there was a Welshman there, eh?! Oh, and lots of very recognisable actors and actresses.

Finally, back home and bed, as usual