Sunday, November 15
not to be missed
A conveyor of poor quality entertainers blackboard billed as “NOT TO BE MISSED” stood on the made up stage most nights belting out a selection of yesterdays karaoke to Brits and Irish whom, one presumed had their imagination removed at some earlier moment in time….now that should have had the label NOT TO BE MISSED.
Sadly, I did not enjoy the option of missing or otherwise, as my rented apartment sat virtually atop the noisy watering hole.
The only good news about this establishment is that its owners are losing money…according to a conversation overheard earlier….TIP - When chatting people huddle and lower their voices that’s when to tune in….if, that is, you can summon up the interest.
“Were not panicking!” which means they are …and feeding it from stretched pockets.
On one hand its good to see a locale open and thus generating life, but at the cost of unreasonable noise and morning after detritus?…cigarette packs, beer bottles, and even less savoury containers….exhibiting a lack of care or responsibility by those whom are running same.
Running something.
Sadly, I did not enjoy the option of missing or otherwise, as my rented apartment sat virtually atop the noisy watering hole.
The only good news about this establishment is that its owners are losing money…according to a conversation overheard earlier….TIP - When chatting people huddle and lower their voices that’s when to tune in….if, that is, you can summon up the interest.
“Were not panicking!” which means they are …and feeding it from stretched pockets.
On one hand its good to see a locale open and thus generating life, but at the cost of unreasonable noise and morning after detritus?…cigarette packs, beer bottles, and even less savoury containers….exhibiting a lack of care or responsibility by those whom are running same.
Running something.
Friday, November 13
Thursday, November 12
Good Scot Bad Scot
Although a strong wind blew across the island, the November sky was cloudless with a clothing order of shorts (and little else) required…the Fuerteventura norm ….He would have remained at the poolside for longer but the plastic sun loungers were so very uncomfortable coupled of course with a flu which threatened to take over his life…”Its been around so long it should be paying rent.” Was the sardonic thought process meandering through a dull ache in his head.
Naturally, there was seldom poolside peace. The plague of flies always buzzed around him…human and insect …often difficult to discern, despite repellent sprays, lotions, and any other combative measure which could be dreamt up. The human version, only discernable as they were without wings, but equally repugnant, continually appeared, with a further distinguishing characteristic, a “HELP REQUIRED” logo writ large on larger bodies.
“How much is the bus to Corralejo?” Always pronounced incorrectly to “Where can I get a camel ride?”
This last question frightened the good Scot and amused the bad Scot, a grotesque and un-natural image jostling for position in a dilated minds eye.
But Christmas was fast approaching along with a new passport, likely to be his best and only gift with 10 more years of travel and adventure the prospect, perhaps an introduction to flies of a different size, hue, buzz even. The timbre and resonance of say Latin wings could well be different, perhaps there are reggaton flies…..? If the Dominican Republic proved to be the destination…could we expect a bachata buzz?
Looking through the departure neon of airports and the exotic far flung destinations offered, he often wondered why people did not take more advantage of adventure, opting instead for a safer package all inclusive - vacuumed off the plane, onto the bus and straight to an all inclusive fortnight where a day glow wristband bought all the blandness required, unless of course they were foolhardy enough to actually want to explore the alien streets and discover that life was not so very different from Liverpool, Llandudno or Largs. It was simply lived in a more pleasant climate, with a different language….
Oh sorry, yes sorrrreeeeeeee, you thought everyone spoke English…of course yes…they do…apart from those who don’t. That’s Spain for you, just wont play the English speaking game…..
Hold that thought.
Naturally, there was seldom poolside peace. The plague of flies always buzzed around him…human and insect …often difficult to discern, despite repellent sprays, lotions, and any other combative measure which could be dreamt up. The human version, only discernable as they were without wings, but equally repugnant, continually appeared, with a further distinguishing characteristic, a “HELP REQUIRED” logo writ large on larger bodies.
“How much is the bus to Corralejo?” Always pronounced incorrectly to “Where can I get a camel ride?”
This last question frightened the good Scot and amused the bad Scot, a grotesque and un-natural image jostling for position in a dilated minds eye.
But Christmas was fast approaching along with a new passport, likely to be his best and only gift with 10 more years of travel and adventure the prospect, perhaps an introduction to flies of a different size, hue, buzz even. The timbre and resonance of say Latin wings could well be different, perhaps there are reggaton flies…..? If the Dominican Republic proved to be the destination…could we expect a bachata buzz?
Looking through the departure neon of airports and the exotic far flung destinations offered, he often wondered why people did not take more advantage of adventure, opting instead for a safer package all inclusive - vacuumed off the plane, onto the bus and straight to an all inclusive fortnight where a day glow wristband bought all the blandness required, unless of course they were foolhardy enough to actually want to explore the alien streets and discover that life was not so very different from Liverpool, Llandudno or Largs. It was simply lived in a more pleasant climate, with a different language….
Oh sorry, yes sorrrreeeeeeee, you thought everyone spoke English…of course yes…they do…apart from those who don’t. That’s Spain for you, just wont play the English speaking game…..
Hold that thought.
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