Yes yesterday was a very cultural day. After being lured into the fish restaurant by one of Richards peons and being served by a small batalion of waiters we made our way to the markets. On our way we encountered a gentleman leading a pack of donkeys across the road (in the city) screaming and grinning fanatically at passing traffic, quite a fantastic thing to witness.
So we did this hike...
8 km each way, 16 all up. From the base of one mountain to the base of a second, considerably larger mountain and its glacier. The return walk ruined me a fair bit, and this morning i peeled a healthy (or.... unhealthy?) layer of skin off of the top of my ear but it was a good walk.
Regarding snoring: I'm confident that since ive been sleeping in a room of my own my snoring has ceased and that i am infact a sadist-in-sleep who chooses only to snore when it's going to substantially iritate both robert and steven. ha.
Here are some photos


P.S steven has orange hands