I’ve had a terrible nights sleep, so was awake earlyish. It’s my turn to hunt and gather so I dressed and headed out to the artisan market. Which is closed on Sundays, like most other shops. Having used google maps to locate a few alternatives, tried them and also found them to be closed, I decided to head down to Happy Larry’s, opposite the bus terminus and where we’ve been a couple of times already.
Walking across the already hot main Square, the sun was giving its best through the palm trees, casting long shadows like witches fingers across the terrace.
At 9:08, Happy Larry (job satisfaction seems not to bother him) opened up the “Opens at 9am” supermarket, and the waiting punters were greeted with a swiftly turned back.
Nespresso espresso pods, bread, cherry tomatoes, some weird local cheese, orange juice and cheap corn snacks. Hunted. Gathered. I returned victorious. And then went back to bed!
Basically, I have discovered what Victoria’s Secret is…
Drinking it has the same effect as spending a day supping Efes in Turkey or drinking Joey Holts’ bitter – nice going in, but it’s going to make a rough exit. I will amend my drinking habits (after supping the remaining cans, of course) and hope for a better nights sleep a couple of nights from now!
The girls decided to go on a mooch and a shop. Mr B was happy in his spot on the balcony, but I got changed and was going to go and fall asleep at the pool. Turns out that Sunday is play day & the beds were allocated at that point.
So we sat on the balcony. The clock struck 12pm. We opened the fridge and started the controlled disposal of the offending and aforementioned beer. we take a job seriously.
Realising that if we were too keen on the disposal job it may compromise the evening, we changed tack, and I changed shorts (the elastic has gone in my netting-lined ‘swimmers’). We headed out for a walk to keep our fitness levels in check. We didn’t want risk “doing a Kalvin Philips”, did we*!
Mr B led me down a path (not the first time) and up some steps. We had a really nice walk around the cliff edge.
It’s a fab walk around the sheer cliff tops, and has been worked really well. It’s safe, shady in parts, cracking views, had lots of insect/butterfly activity and we even caught a glimpse of Mrs Bs fanny thing off in the distance.
As the rocks twist east you get a really good view back towards the hillside town (and if you look closely you can see the girls waving at us)
Out in the other direction, we can see the ever increasing building work along the coastline. We suspect Belamadena and Marbella will soon join Fuengirola and create one long resort.
But in lighter news here’s a photo of a butterfly and some lovely flowers, courtesy of Mr B.
There’s one part of the walk where, if you’re paying attention which I was, you cross a small bridge. Turns out that the next part of that walk is on a pedestal of rock, that only really connects back at the next small bridge.
The small crevasse (?) surrounding the pedestal is of a decent height and is used by climbers for a bit of a laugh.
We headed up and around to where there’s a really nice classically presented church, that sits right next to last nights bagpipe/sitar event, and just across from the Bull Ring, thankfully no longer operating in any other way that a hopeful reminder of the cruelty.
Then we had a beer. At a place that apparently is very good. It was. But time pressures meant we moved downhill to another bar, the Blue Bike Cafe.
A beer/sangria refresh accompanied by some green olives & a plate of shaved meat. Another mooch for a while and then another stop. This time in “The Big Square” again.
You can probably guess this became a recurring theme, albeit I was full of food and pretty full of beer before we called it a day & headed back home.
Sat on the balcony, I finished tonight’s drivel. Now I need to fall on the sword, finish those tinnies of Victoria & regain control of my intestines!
- *KP was less than a kilo over what he was supposed to be at ‘start of training’. The manager acknowledges he made a mistake calling this out in public.