We go up the coast for a few miles to an Italian Restaurant which is pretty good. The waiter wants to know why we are not
watching the game. "What game would that be we enquire?". It seems that Engerland are playing the Fatherland at football.
Well, you can guess how that will end. In tears.
Afterwards we go for a walk along the beach which is heaving with people. When we get back the lift is not working so we get our daily exercise that way.
The highlight of today is a trip to Carrefour to buy a new kettle - the old one was only just over a year old but the
water here is very acidic and everything corodes very quickly. Suggestion: why not run it over limestone chippings?
I know that they will not do that. Any more than they will try to silence the plague of buzzing scooters (with exhaust baffles specially removed) that make every day here like being in a second world war dogfight.
At least the living statues are quiet - unlike the so called musicians who almost drown out the scooters at times.
A lot of RAF activity so we fight our way down Devil's Tower Road to get a good view
Later we head off to our favourite bar across the bay which is much improved ...
... apart from the infuriating con men who dress up as parking wardens and try to con innocent motorists out of yet more money. The best technique is to yell very loudly in English about official authorisation and police. Bastards.
This is not a museum flypast but current RAF kit
Some pretty girls come round to see us. One of whom is happy to swim topless but my girl-friend lends her a green bikini. Maybe next time ...
Three of us set off in our fun car which is finally working after replacing the broken tyre and then finding the driver's
seat was jammed right forward.
We stop on the road up to Ronda and I manage to lose my glasses. While looking for them, my girlfriend traps her fingers in the car door. Ouch. We head for a nearby hospital which not only does casualties but whisk her to the head of the queue and give here an X-ray and bandage her up. All for free, it turns out!
Later we drive into the centre of Ronda which is a little windy today ...
In the evening, the Spanish are all driving round waving flags and blowing their horns - maybe they have won a football match or something?