The Wacking Stick

After my first good sleep in ages we eoke at 6 and went over to the cooking kitchen/dining room/ little dark hit. Our job was to roll dough into balls and then stretch them. Hilda the second sister then dropped them in oil and they turned into a big puffy pastry. I stopped at 6. Should have eaten more. That is when we were summoned to the field on the hill. We or Stephanie got the 8 or so sheep out of the holding pen with rope tied to their leg. She took them all down the hill where we tied and she retied the to a metal stake. Work done. Not. 

The father was hitting a pile of reed like plants. Turned out to be nroad bean stalks. Then we got our own sticks. Slightly curved, smooth, thin at one end thick the other. We hit them rolled them over and over, maybe for over an hour. The father kept em coming and we kept hittind. The goal was to break the stalks so the cows could eat them. Not sure if it was because wr we hood or bad at it but  we got sent for a siesta.

Then to lunch. Three different potatoes,vegies with fried cheese. They eat so well. Then it was off to rhe boat for the trip to Puna. On the way we got the chance to jump into an ectremely cold lake. Four did , i didnt. No regrets. Back the hotel then shopping for food for our 7 hour bus trip tomowwow , and new head  phones for the ones she lost in our bike taxi the day before. Then off to dinner where Annette got hers for free due to the slow service. Very surprising.

After dinner it was back to bed, but not before another shop visit and alpaka purchase