On our walk to breakfast this morning we spotted several May Bugs walking from the trees across the pavement. It seemed like a natural phenomenom - perhaps something to do with the terrential rain making rivers down the roads.

After a 20km drive to the butterfly house we reached a touristy village where local wares were on sale and we saw the entrance to a salt mine. Further down the track we saw a wooden house which was to be the butterfly house. The workers were still working on the structure but it was our job to distribute the piles of soil into the right areas for the ground. The plan is to create a path with flower beds either side where there would be a rockery and tropical plants. One of the men in charge was a nice man from the geography society and he talked to us for a while (he spoke English as he'd lived in London for a year with his girlfriend and worked as a waitor) and told us about the butterfly house. There will be 500+ different species, all to be shipped as eggs. There were two cases hanging on the wall to house the chrysalis. They will charge £1 per entry and hope for around 40,000 visitors a year. Across the track from where we were working there was a very traditional farm, lots of wooden shacks and a very enthusiastic, sweet dog tied up. There were chickens, a family of sheep and an outdoor privy that the owners kindly let us use.

We drove back home after a hard days work taking in the rolling hills, forests and storks nesting on telegraph poles.

We were allowed to go on the laptop for a while. I realise I prefer not having constant access to technology and want to re-consider my lifestyle when I get home.

Dinner tonight was meat balls, beans and bread. The soup tonight was cumin flavoured and delicious.