There was a contest during the night to see who could make the most noise. The dogs were winning over the roosters, but the couple of cat fights that punctuated the night were the winners. I prepared some fresh earplugs for the next onslaught.

Breakfast at 7:30 under clear skies. I was tempted to just hang out on the terrace for a while, but I figured I should do some work and reward myself later. I started walking the streets behind my casa looking for activity to shoot, and ended up climbing the hill towards the radio tower. It was already warm at 9:30. I changed directions and ended up at the entrance to a cave discotheque, much to my surprise. (I discovered in reading LP that there is also a cave hotel.)