5th December

We left Cafayate at about 6 and headed on to our destination for the day - a rough camp on the road to Córdoba. A rough camp is where you pitch your tent off the road with no facilities - showers, toilets etc. On the schedule I am only to experience one of these. Let's see how it goes.

We drove, and drove and drove. Stopped off in a nameless village to buy food for dinner. We are cooking lunch, dinner and tomorrow's breakfast. There was torrential flooding in the village, and at 10 pounds for the fashion statements that are my walking boots from Arequipa I am guessing they are not made of GORE-TEX.

We bought cheese, ham, bread and other bits. Rob got the veg and Jackie ball-ached about the fact the shop-assistant (who was actually quite a decent bloke) cut the cheese with the same machine he cut the ham with and asked me to give him a bollocking in Spanish for it. In your dreams, honey.

With soaking feet we reboarded the truck and headed further south. Stopped off in a disused garage (we are so classy) and made sandwiches. Turned out ok, no grumbles. We drove and drove and drove again and the sun began to set. But the good news is we had driven so far we were practically at tomorrow's destination and we found a campsite so I won't have to dig and poo in a hole and fingers crossed should get a shower tomorrow.

Dinner wasn't bad. We made chicken stir fry for twenty-two. The rice was disastrous and had the consistency of semolina by the time they had finished with it. I julienned all the veg and have to say my effort for the meal was by far superior.

There was a little bar at the site, had one game of pool and don't think I potted a ball so when off to bed early.