We had the option of climbing to the top of the island or staying around the
homestay & village - our little group chose the latter and we were glad we
did.
Local tradition has it that to be fit for marriage the
prospective bride has to be able to peel the most gnarly potato in less than
a minute.
Here Miche gives it a good go, of our group, only Ros came
close and coincidentally was the only one that had married - so maybe there
was some truth in it. For my part after a bold first peel, I floundered
terribly and it was probably only fit for the compost heap by the time I
finished much later.
We also tried or just watched the crocheting of
fuchsia flowers, before retiring to the village bar for a little refreshment
- it was a really pleasant afternoon, who'd have thought potato peeling
would be so much fun...
Statue and sheep herding in the main square...
Fuchsia flowers and the moon...
We searched the island, well the immediate vicinity at
least, for a good spot to watch the sunset and settled on the front step
of a lady's shop - somewhat to her annoyance until we bought some
snacks...
Going...
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going...
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gone...
Then it was back to the bar and its unfeasibly small toilet in a cupboard -
'Beware of the head'...
Here the bar owner is enjoying his Pisco Sour making and his young
accountant-in-the-making daughter kept all our bills in good order. The
Pisco Sours were great and the bar had a wonderful atmosphere...
After dinner at the homestay we went to
another house for an evening of traditional music and dancing...
The fire was very welcome, but it gave off some pretty eye-watering smoke at
times...
Our guide for the island and Milly from our
homestay leading the dancing...
Soon we were all up displaying a variety of dancing skills...
Miche & Flore...
