08.02.23

I am awakened by the usual morning chatter from the radio. "¡Mitico Mitico!" "¡Jorge Jorge!" etc.

With 24 guests in the refuge, we are actually four too many, the 4 have settled on one of the two sleeping lofts of the park ranger. I make a fire so that we have hot water. Lars goes up to Quetrus to see what's going on there. I stay in the refuge. Apart from a few brief introductions about the refuge for the arriving overnight guests and some dry leaves collecting for the compost toilet, there is not much to do. I sit on the porch and look at the lagoon or read. The selection of food is dwindling. For lunch, I cook rice and chickpeas over the fire.

For dinner, we mix canned fish with the remaining rice. We only notice on the plate that the fish has not been deboned yet.