I also wanted to call in on the English Teachers Institute, but that was closed again - presumably still for the Fiesta de los Estudiantes.

We got the nine o�clock bus and arrived in Madryn at around ten, getting information from the tourist office, who told us that while the Ecocentre was closed on Tuesdays (grr), the Welsh information centre was open.

First stop was the oceanographic museum, based in a 1917 house built by a Welsh woman. Random is one word to describe the flaura and fauna mixed in with lighthouse history and photos of Welsh churches which rival my own collection!

After that museum, we wandered into town, visiting the beach and promenade, Welsh woman and going to the Museum for Modern Art, which was, well, modern, and, um, interesting, but apparently not Clair�s cup of tea.

We decided that we were were going to walk up the promenade to the Welsh information centre and the Teheulche Monument, so went for sustenance first, getting a pizza and salad in a cafe called "Barbarians" on 25 de Mayo.

We also popped into the other tourist information office to see how much a taxi would cost to visit the sea lions. $45 one way. I felt my pocket. It felt light.

So we walked the couple of kilometres up the coast, marvelling at the houses along the way, until we reached the Welsh information centre which, you guessed it, IS closed on a Tuesday. Boo-hoo.

Wandered along to the commemorative stone where Claire took some photos and then to the Indian. After that, we went down the rickety steps to the caves where the Welsh sheltered upon their arrival in Puerto Madryn, before heading back along the beach to the centre of town.

Back in the middle, we stopped for an ice-cream. I ended up with a gigantic dulce de leche and pineapple cornet, while Claire went for the pineapple with banana split. Divine.

We were going to miss the 3:30 bus, so we wandered around, window shopping for half an hour before settling down for another coffee, this time in Havana (nope, nowhere near Cuba).

Back to Trelew on the 4:30 bus, we got off at the terminal and bumped straight into Karen, Nacho and Gabi who were getting some hot water for their mat�. So we bought some crisps and wandered across to the bands play at "Primavera Rock".

Apparently Nacho knew the drummer of the first band that we saw (I guess there had been bands playing for a few hours before Claire and I turned up), a punk band pulling shapes like it was 1979 all over again.

They were followed on stage by a reggae/ska band who took their influences from about five years later, and then by an emo band, called Tick, who take their influences from most weeknight bands at the Barfly in Cardiff.

With the bands wrapping up for the night, I said goodbye to the others, arranging to meet at Karen�s house at 9 for food.

However, upong arriving home at ten to eight, I found a message telling me to meet at the Church for dawnsio gwerin practice at eight. Quick shower and shave and then a slightly more sedate pace for gonig through our steps.

After the dancing, I went to call on Claire, a little later than expected, and we headed down to Karen�s, only to find that they had ordered food already. No panic, just another phone call to Juan�s and some extra pasta on the order.

Gabi�s mum was there as well, recounting her not so good day out in Gaiman. She didn�t think that the tea served in Ty Nain was worthy of the price and had told them so.

We sat around eating tea and then watching a "hilarious" clips programme on the tv for a while, and then headed off around midnight, with me going to Dolavon in the morning and Claire visiting an Argentinian law firm to get a feel for the different work methods here.