Hey, we’re almost there. We are on our last full day so you just have today and next week to endure before we can get back to slightly less boring content about the build-up and countdown to our more trip report friendly October theme park bonanza. You’ve come this far, it would be a shame not to stick it out to the end, right? RIGHT???
As much as you are bored of reading about it, I suspect we too were almost beached out by now as our start was slow, with a lie-in and then a beachbound brunch at Boheme.
We both had a blurry stuffed baguette, an iced mocha and an OJ.
$60 lighter we undertook the remaining steps to the beach in what were new levels of heat today. We grabbed some beds using the last of our bulk-bought days (who says beach holidays require no planning?) and an essential umbrella and, well you know the rest.
As this will be our last beach day for who knows how long, have several photos.
By early afternoon we needed drinks so I hauled myself into an upright position and made the trek to the nearest shop. With a big sweat on when I got back, I ventured into the sea and we both had a swim for half an hour or so. Hectic today isn’t it?
As the afternoon progressed we were surrounded by shite music from all sides, with various people nearby assuming we wanted to listen to their music. If only someone had invented a device that allowed people to listen to music without inflicting it on others.
These were the worst offenders.
This group arrived late afternoon and seemed to be a rag-tag collection of about ten man-boys, definitely too old to be listening to gansta rap and making gang signs at each new member of the group as they arrived. The testosterone levels and the use of the word “bro” were intolerable and immeasurable.
Their musical taste or lack of it was the final straw and we left the beach at 5pm. We enjoyed the stroll back to the hotel in that glorious golden hour sun and heat, knowing we would not see its like again for some time.
Whilst readying happened, I booked that Mexican place again for 8pm and our Lyft took us there in a very nice Volvo X90. We opted to eat outside, again not knowing when we may next be able to do so.
For reasons I cannot fathom I chose to capture that very attractive bin.
We went full Magaluf and ordered a jug of Sangria which was delightful. Of course, we ordered the Nachos too.
Our server was excellent. He advised us just to have the Nachos and then see if we could manage an entree just as we were about to order them. I know we can put food away but he was right, we were full after the Nachos. He could easily have let us order entrees and increase his tip. As a reward for him and us, we did order the Churros which were outstanding. Again, he stopped us ordering two desserts as he knew the size!
I don’t know why everything was blurry this evening to be honest.
The bill was around $90 with a good tip included. We strolled Atlantic Avenue starting our traditional last-minute search for gifts. The heat and “closeness” tonight was off the scale and we were both dripping with sweat, which was attractive. The feeling of an incoming thunderstorm was obvious but it never materialised, it just got hotter and hotter.
The level crossing right through Atlantic Avenue had us wait whilst possibly the longest train on earth went through.
We stopped for one drink at the hotel we’d watched the guitarist at the other night and then walked up to the Yacht Club again for another karaoke night. Several drinks were had which no doubt led to Louise getting up to sing in public for the first time in over 20 years. She made me delete the video the next day.
We left at 12, ready for bed, but not really ready to leave this lovely place.
Till the next time…..
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