Mayday! Mayday! Mayday!

I know this is pathetic but this morning we needed help. By 2 pm neither of us had showered or eaten and Sare spent a twitchy night, awake, bashing her floral bedlinen.

Why?

Bloody cockroaches! One in the kitchen and just for good measure, one in the bathroom too. I didn´t get aversion therapy before I left so consequently, what should have been a relaxing public holiday in the park, turned into a military pest control exercise. Honestly, the state we were in was far better than your favourite comedy sketch.

Luckily, one of the key skills we seem to have mastered on the trip so far, is the ability to break out in spontaneous fits of belly-hurting laughter - great remedy for any dark moment.

We´re learning too, that while this city might have more than its fair share of dog poo and the odd cockroach, its inhabitants are possibly the most hospitable, generous and kind that I´ve come across. Last night we were taken for a gorgeous meal, complete with champagne and a lovely wine by someone we hadn´t met before.

Thank you Francisco.