I was teaching them part of the sociolinguistics course from Cardiff, involving children from Wales telling stories to their friends, all coming from different parts of the country. Seeing their faces as a kid from the valleys spoke on the tape was a picture.

I think it went well, although they had to concentrate at first on the accent. When they saw the words, they realised that they were quite simple, but, like me in Spanish, had been foxed by the pace and accent of the delivery.

After that, I just sort of went home and chilled out for a few hours after the very long last few days, having a bit of a siesta and popping to Norte for a bite to eat.

Later on, I went to check my mail for an hour or two and then went to the Argentinian launch of "Y Gaucho oi�r Ffos Halen", the Welsh translation of Spanish book, El Riflero de Ffos Halen, which was the final event of the Eisteddfod "week" (10 days really) here in Trelew.

Upstairs at San David was surprisingly full of unfamiliar faces, apparently the literature department of the university, alongside the members of the Welsh community that normally attend such events.

I found myself seated near the front, behind Alan and Ariel Hughes and next to their grandfather/father, Osian. I took a whole load of photos of the event, which included the original author, Carlos Dante Ferrari, and Welsh translator, Gareth Miles.

After that, I went home for a quick brush-up before going to the Hughes house for dinner, conversation topics including energy lines through pyramids, before going outside to see the lunar eclipse that was taking place in Patagonia during the night.

Alan and I went off into town (with a lift from Marta) to go and play pool for an hour or two at Genesis (and one day I will get the hang of the Argentinian rules for the game...) before heading off home around midnight.