The build up to midnight tomorrow is nearly complete (for me it's completely complete because I've had enough). No more trips to the shops listening to out of key kids choirs on the shops' muzak system. Esther and I have both agreed that Christmas in Peru isn't a patch on Christmas in England. So next time you´re moaning about how devalued it has become, imagine that you are in the land of the tackiest lights and decorations where nothing really happens until midnight on Christmas Eve and nothing at all happens on Christmas Day. The best Christmas related thing I have seen so far was on the TV today, I was flicking through the channels and found a chap putting together a cardboard nativity scene in black and white, twenty minutes later when I flicked through again he was still there glueing away. We are celebrating tomorrow night with Esther's Aunties and Uncles but I am still not sure where, such is the level of organisation here. We will have Panetton and Hot Chocolate at midnight that's for sure by which time Father Christmas (or the Pope, its hard to tell them apart these days) will have visited Salvador.