Routine seems firmly set now, with ambitious targets being set and consistently not achieved. (I’ll continue to blog, but feel free to call it a day, if you fancy).
Todays only ambitious target was to get a cab to Hisaronu at 4:30, mooch & a meal. We headed out around an hour after target.
Prior to that however, I wandered to Ovaçik Market to get bread. It had just arrived & the bread cabinet was not only full, it was full of a freshly baked & still warm assortment of bread! So much so, it had steamed up. I plumped for our reliable ‘fat baguette’, but threw in a tear & share type daisy-shaped thing.
Back to the apartment & I couldn’t resist the bread. The tear & share was fab – light, airy, poppy seeded bakery heaven.
Jane joined & tucked in as well, having a breakfast that also consisted of her weird semolina-esque yoghurt.
Usual format from there. Down to the pool. I’ve yet to mention but even the walk to the pool is relaxing. Out the door, turn “Sa”, hello to Felix, through the olive trees, another “Sa”, past the grapes and down the steps. “Tranquility base here. The Eagle has landed.”
The first I’ve seen since I started using the bidet, coincidentally.
Jane reads, I listened to a podcast, which then led me to watching a YouTube vid of Stewart Lee talking about Top Gear, and specifically Hamster Hammond. Well worth a gander…
So, a cold beer was had, swims were had, waboba was thrown. The usual. No sign of Charlie however. Definitely missing having a mate with him or being home – a ‘single child’ challenge.
Having missed the only target we set for today, but us all having had a shower, a shave and a sit down, we walked down to the Taksi rank & headed back to the Fez Bar in Hisaronu. I know I’ve said this in many of these, but once again, the welcome & the familiarity was superb. I have much ‘trip-advisoring’ to do when home, all of which is very positive. You’re made to feel special when you go to any of the places we’ve been lucky enough to go to.
Examples of the above:
We arrived, we’re warmly greeted & served quickly & with a relaxing good humour.
Jane & Charlie both asked about linking to my personal hotspot as the “Mr Dongle wasn’t working”. I whatsapped Ozzy asking for a data top-up, he responded almost instantly, and then within minutes the data plan had been topped up at no additional cost. Mega service!
Then, whilst at the table, we realised we’d forgotten to book in to Shiraz for our final meal, whilst at Sandinos last night. I WhatsApped Suat, asked for a reservation and again within minutes, we had confirmation& a very friendly reply.
After a few beers (Frederiks IPA), and a pink gin for Jane, we headed back to The Hidden Gem (of Lamb Shank fame). Yet another personal welcome from the owner & the guys that served us last week, and a nice table at the front of the balcony overlooking the street.
Jane & Charlie tucked in to a tapas smorgasbord (mixed cultures, but let’s not fall out over that) of hummus, chicken wings, chicken skewers, squid, bruschetta, along with balloon bread, whereas I couldn’t resist ordering the grilled lamb chops. Oh. My. Word. They were (and this is a high standard) almost as good as those at Lilac Cottage Tapas & Wine Bar in Prestbury.
Mullets. A lad walked in with his family, and brought on by Charlie mentioning his mate has a ‘mullet cut’ in a positive manner, he had what I would recognise as a mullet. Horrified, Charlie confirmed that todays definition is different from that of the Barry Venison & Pat Sharp ilk & explained that his mates mullet did not involve hair you could have pig-tailed.
The plan was to head back to Fez Bar, but I confess I did get lured into the shops. £40 lighter, and 4 (decent quality) tee shirts ‘better off’, some of which have a brand on them I’ve even heard of.
My 15 minute commercial dalliance over, the penance was duly & swiftly served. “Want to go home” was grunted. Charlie concurred. (Joke!) So Taksi home rather than a social interaction with other like-minded holidayers.
Today was won in straight sets and without any deuces. So I’m going to sit here on the balcony, drink a couple more cans of Efes ‘Run Like A Tap’ Malt Ale (4.8%ABV) before retiring unless the wild pigs return.
Oh! The wild pigs!
- They just returned
- They were here last night
I forgot to mention earlier! Here’s (blurred) photo proof that the little oinkers do exist, taken last night around midnight:
Night folks!
Chris x
Sounds like you all have worn yourselves out relaxing these last few days 🤣 we are having a heat wave at the weekend so you will acclimatise quite well next week. Xx