Two brilliant days!
Stu and I had a very productive morning at The Artillery Museum, then raced home to El Nido to dress correctly for the ‘old farts’ lunch.
When I say Stu was productive it is with a little poetic licence – teapot springs to mind..the new routine (our tradition) had to be ridden roughshot over. No cerveza and potato frites on the way home. Just a dash to change our overalls before Puerto DOM’s convention.
The gang at the lunch were brilliant. I sat between two 75 year olds who were both on their fourth marriages (brave and foolhardy men). Their working history was amazing – their life stories were fantastic.
Great service by the two gorgeous girls, and tears and choking by Deryck. My order – ‘I’m Gestapo’ had him choking on his bread and tears! (Gespoucho cold soup it was🤷🏻♂️)
The apartment in Puerto Mazarrón had a spare double mattress that was to go with me to Los Malinos. I balanced it on my head and got it to Frankia. The apartment block is lucky with the nearby free car park that always has room for Frankia
A pretty uneventual trip from Puerto, stopping in Mazarrón for lunch and Spanglais with Prisci. I’ve promised to up my game with my Spanish and ordered Bocadillo atuna y mayonnaise- got the correct butty so I’m on a roll already!
I had to move on though as Tapas time approached in Remedio Cafe. Hopefully some left and a cerveza needed after driving in 34 degs heat – mucho calor!
Great pair of days!