The day started in the way I like, either very good or bad depending on your perspective. We were with a Israel man and the better half of two Israel women I call heaven and hell.

This perspective got either better or worse when we turned up at the pub for the England match. The offer of free beer if Scotland win, did divide our loyalities a bit. However we did try and watch the England match as much as possible.

There were three games playing on separate TV,s. The owner is Scotish so he played the Scotland match on the good screen whilst the England match was played on the bad one. This TV made the opponents look like red blobs with legs. The Israel team had a small computer monitor.

England were playing bad so the English corner was somber. The Scottish team were making a comback so were making a racket. The Israel corner also had some excitement before ending like the English team.

It was a treat day and we needed cheering up after the match. We ordered chips and curry - being the cheapest meal at 2 US dollars and good crave food. However we did not expect to see a cooked cockroach at the end of one the chips Liz was about to put in her mouth - but we did. We really did not want to complain. So Liz left that chip and ate the rest of her meal.

We have changed - if this happened back home the entire pub including us would stop eating. We have got a lot more used to insects, even the owner didn't seem to be that surprised when he made a satisfaction enquiry. He did knock off one of the meals in the bill however.

Liz is like pig in s***, we have been chating as usual to loads of people whilst drinking in the sunshine (all good research on where to go). With the equivalent of 30p strong Cubra Libras kicking in at 7pm at the pub we decided to change the shuttle bus out.

Where this is all going I do not know.

Mucho sillyness is the answer, we eventually used up the happy hour and not wanting to go to bed decided to go next door to where live drums were playing. After a few wrong turns down the narrow alleys we made it to a happening bar with people dancing.

Somehow we managed to talk about badgers, sheep and cows until the place closed. Everytime you started to get off the subject a badger will spring back into the conversation. I did warn - Mucho Sillyness.

Within a stones throw we were back at our room. All was quiet but Liz had other ideas. Revenge was in her eyes at being woken up once too many times by our neighbours. Door banging at 1am was the chosen course.

Guatemala is a cool place.