Museum of Scary Stuffed Things

This is a piece of sculpture in the making I saw sticking up above some yard doors on the way back from the museum and could just get a picture of by climbing on a wall. The footballers were playing outside the museum.

Whilst waiting for Penelope Cruz´s younger sister to come on duty again to sort out the last bit of payment for my boat ticket went along to the museum on the outskirts of town. The museum is in what is described somewhere as the Lyceum though my own impression of the entrance was that it was some sort of town hall. Lots of people coming and going. When I said I was there for the museum I was escorted to the room by a man with a key who let me in and put the lights on for me. I was a bit worried he was going to lock the door behind him when he left but luckily I could leave when I was ready. It has some specimen of every bit of furred, feathered or scaled piece of fauna in Patagonia, including an 8-legged lamb as the piece de resistance. I´d been warned by the guide book that it´s very dusty and more than a bit wierd and it certainly was that. A lot of it looked as if it had been stuffed by a one-armed and at least partially blind taxidermist, which is quite clever really, but does make for some odd effects. Photos follow later when I´m in a co-operative cybercafe - this one is not.

Not sure what this last one was doing here but probably something to do with stopping good Catholics from having nightmares.

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Few minutes later: the computer is not the only thing that´s not ´behaving´ as it should... Just had a dash to the toilet. Ah well, you can´t really have a travelblog without at least one toilet tale. I´ll spare you the details but let´s just say I feel better now than I did a few minutes ago. It´s nothing serious, I suspect the cappucino I had this morning had too much milk in it, but then again I had a mercy dash this morning at 7 too... I´ll go and get some bananas, see if that helps before I revert to stronger measures.