I was awoken rudely at seven, by the family getting up for their day's work. Why is it every time I resolve to sleep late, there is hammering, shouting, bright sunshine or similar to wake me up?

Anyway, I decided to have a shower, but I might as well not have bothered as the 'agua caliente' lie reared its ugly head. The water was freezing!

I felt a bit weary. I still think travelling alone is very rewarding, but you do have to motivate yourself to get up and get going all the time. It's not all fun and games, you have a lot of organising to do, lots of decisions to take. Don't get me wrong, I'm not complaining, it's just that negotiating new towns, finding a place to sleep, a place to eat, figure out whether you are being ripped off... every few days gets very exhausting after a while, so you feel like you need a break. However, I am not at the point yet where I want to get back to work, so it can't be that bad!

I was thinking about my photos. I read in Tony Parson's Man and Wife that photos are images of that which you've already lost. In terms of all the rolls of film I have in the top of my bag, that is definitely true. I've already lost Cuba, Patagonia, Argentina and will soon be losing Bolivia too. All the people I've met there and will never see again, all the places I've been... for me they will be frozen in time and space, stuck on a 10 by 15 cm piece of paper forever. It's weird to think that all these people have continued with their lives once I've stepped out of them, and that I am just as much only a memory to them as they are to me.

Luckily, I'm still in touch with a few of them, and I hope that continues after this trip... It has been such an important part of my life, I would feel very sad if all to remind me of it would be my souvenirs, my photos and this site...

Anyway, I spent most of my day at the beach, reminiscing. I talked to the slightly strange Isabel (German) and I was surrounded by six kids and two llamas. They called me 'gringita', little stranger (the kids, not the llamas - as intelligent as they might look, they are not yet capable of speech).

I had dinner at La Orilla, where they had falafel, which is a great change from omelet, chips, or trout. I went to bed early as the boats to Isla del Sol leave between 8 and 8.30.