We had food and got her stuff ready before going out into the street to get a no.86 bus for her. The road was quiet and after five minutes a bus arrived and Emma hopped onto it. We knew in advance that not every no.86 was going to the airport, so Emma was going to ask, but it had whooshed away before she could talk to the driver.

Using my special senses about such things, I walked a few blocks up the street to the next bus stop, where she had got off. No, it hadn`t been going to the airport. Luckily, there was someone from the bus company there who was amused by and understood the plight. The next one was going to the airport, apparently, and sure enough it did.

I went back to the hotel, checking out at 11ish, leaving my bags there and going for a wander around the city centre again, seeing if I could find anything worth buying.

I went up to see if I could find Ezequiel`s house in Once, a good thirty block walk (a long, long way!), but couldn`t get into the block of apartments, so I wandered back again.

Went to Subway for lunch again, and pottered around aimlessly for a while, trying to kill time before going to the airport.

Eventually, at 3ish (flight at 5), I got back to the hotel, picked up my stuff and hailed a cab to Aeroparque.

My arrival was greeted with bemusement by the Aerolineas staff, as there were still two other flights to Trelew to depart before mine, so I just went straight on through (no tax to pay this time!) and walked aimlessly around the duty free until the flight was called.

I slept through the flight as usual, but my bag was amongst the last to come out at the other end, meaning that there were no taxis left. Very annoying.

I was going to ask someone that I vaguely knew who was working there to call me a cab ("you`re a cab, etc.") but I just sat outside until one turned up and took me to town.

By the time I had got all my stuff out it was gone 9:30 and I realised that I was hungry, so I went to Norte. The queues were huge though, so I headed back to the shops on Fontana for food only to find them closed. I headed into the centre to get something and ran into Gabi on the way, thinking that I was going out with them.

On the corner, waiting for her (me) were Karen and Nacho. Que lindo. Back in Trelew for an hour and people are on the street looking out for me. Good to be home!