We took a taxi to the airport and worked on our trikes.
We got Olivier's exhaust welded, and changed the oil on both trikes. I fixed a loose wire on the radio on my trike. I stopped off in town on the way back and sent some more e-mails, and wandered around a bit.
Back at Scott's place, Olivier and others had
prepared a huge meal – Gratin Dauphinois – bloody marvellous food. Later we took some lessons on how to dance the Salsa (means sauce in Spanish). Colombian Salsa music played until very late. I went to bed at about
1am ….apparently Olivier got lucky with a pretty Dutch girl. They were quite drunk and although Olivier promised her that he used a condom, she didn't believe him – I overheard her asking him to show her the used
condoms in the morning!