We're now in Tui; the people here are still dressing up; this time lots of adults if fact whole families. The aire was crowded with parked cars and people walking into town. There were carnival floats (somehow we managed to miss the parade) and again gangs of boys throwing flour and eggs. The odd thing was this was all happening on a Tuesday afternoon, not a weekend; I must find out what it’s all about but internet is very sparse.
Tui is a pretty town built on a hill, houses made from large chunks of granite stone; narrow alleyways with decaying houses with fabulous ironwork and flaking paint.