1st December

Breakfast started at 5 as we are now all going to Salta Rafting (sans Rob, who, if you remember has a hire car). He threw a wobbly first thing, an extension of last night and the fact we didn't get him up to help make breakfast (hmm). Anyway, we left he demanded money, yadda yadda.

We got to Salta Rafting - the girls seething, and me? - well, I just let it wash over me. I am on holiday, on this truck for another 10 days and then off to pastures new. As we hadn't got our name down for the rafting we kindly put up some of the tents and chilled for the morning. The beers here are big and cool and I made full use of the fridge. Hadn't put up a tent on my own since school but it was like riding a bike and about as comfortable. It was my first introduction to the Cicada - I know they were supposed to be loud but they sounded like aliens taking off. Have good photos. Ugly little buggers though. The site though is very laid back and relaxing and there are a load of nice dogs and cats.

The gang came back at lunchtime - and what a lunch it was. Huge bowls of salad, red meat, sausage, eggs, more beer. It is also nice not to be at altitude, breathing is easy and the pulse doesn't race. Drank all afternoon, during the meal and until I fell asleep at the table with a bottle between my legs. I'm not proud I drank so much, but am proud I didn't vomit.