Went to see the roman baths didn't go in settled for a chicken kebab and turkish coffee instead. Coffee was served in a very pretty dainty cup but had the consistency of tar and tasted pretty much the same.
Bush camp at night gained some manly credentials by chopping wood for the fire only to lose them minutes later running back to my tent to rescue my man bag from the sheep/goats a local shepherd had decided he should drive through the camp.
Spagbol for tea with garlic bread, Amazing what some people can manage on an open fire looks like we will have to step it up a level!
Finished the night with the obligatory sing song under the stars and a very nearly full moon, tomorrow Oldines and a reluctant fluke is off paragliding.
I would like to take this opportunity to confirm that if I don't make it through tomorrow my last will and testament will be to leave my entire estate to the foundation for the resurrection of Roland Rats TV career!