After our food break, off we went again into a horizon that was ominously filling rapidly with dark clouds. It got hotter and hotter, until as expected, the heavens opened. It was not a short shower . Had to pull into a soviet style holiday beach cafeteria, totally drenched (even the Gore-Tex jacket was not up to the job). The rain did not relent with even the local sheep taking refuge under the cover of the café roof. The two serving ladies were friendly, but had very little on offer to sell to us. We chose a bottle of wine (that must have been there for years) and paid the princely sum of 60 national pesos (equivalent to £3). The day for darker and the rain heavier. After giving us free food (bread rolls of course), and us sharing our biscuits, the serving ladies left stating that they did not expect more customers to arrive that day. We were left with no choice but to camp in the open sided cafeteria. As it got dark, the security personnel joined us for a drink (Tadek had stashed a small bottle of rum and a large bottle of coke into his panniers). Much needed in the circumstances. One guard insisted on staying with us all night and even slept on the floor to make sure that our bikes and us were safe (we gave him one of our roll mats).