Written by Emily 26-27th April An unusual and unapreciated cacophony of cockerills crowing, sheep baa-ing, villagers crashing around and dogs barking awoke Rach and I from our slumber this morning, and shivering as we clambered out of the healthy layers of handmade blankets, we mutually wondered if there had been any kind of improvement on the recently discovered sunburn situation. Unsurprisingly, there hadn't, and our noses, cheeks and foreheads were still boo...

25th April continued: and even a vase of fresh flowers perched on a wooden table. It made quite the homely change from the Costa Rican, dingy holes we were used to wandering into. We were then left alone by Fausto to our own sweet devices, with the promise of a hearty game of football on the plaza to watch with the others later. The time after Fausto left was spent examining our faces in the tiny mirror, as, completely unbeknownst to us, we had managed to s...

Written by Emily 25th April Rach and I awoke in a fairly breathless state this morn after a night of tossing and turning and trying not to run out of oxygen. The usual multilple letres of cocoa tea were drunk down at breakfast, along with, unsurprisingly, many second helpings of bread, cereal and yoghurt. Once we had all eaten our fill, which took Rach and I a great deal longer than eveyone else, Ruben instructed us to cruise (or rather struggle breathlessly) u...