16th March
JC has the cold that Mike and Eve had on Saturday and is rather poorly. Weather poorly too and we discussed going over on the ferry to Sanluca to the beach bar there for lunch which does good tapas.
JC rises to the occasion and Gybo and Kicker get on the ferry ok, but. ....... The tide is well down and the pontoon on the other side is accessed by concrete steps at the top and then steel steps for the lower third. There is little to get a grip on as it is made up of holes basically, and whist Kicker eventually races up the top. Gybo isn't going to go. Luckily she is not heavy.
A very cold (relatively speaking) and dull day.With a rather cold and dull reception at the bar restaurant. I go in on my own and ask the owner if he speaks English. He shakes his head as a voice from the bar in a Yorkshire accent says " We do though, what do you want?" they are customers and presumably local ex pats. The restaurant is basic with plastic chairs and tables, there is no one in there. " Wondered if the dogs could come in whilst we had some lunch"/ She answered."Dogs aren't allowed inside. You can eat outside over there if you want." I looked over to the even more unwelcoming area of plastic chairs and tables set in a rickety fashion under some plastic sheeting.
I left and we went back to the ferry and had lunch at home. Smoked meats, cheese, olives, and papaya to finish. Delicious.
JC has the cold that Mike and Eve had on Saturday and is rather poorly. Weather poorly too and we discussed going over on the ferry to Sanluca to the beach bar there for lunch which does good tapas.
JC rises to the occasion and Gybo and Kicker get on the ferry ok, but. ....... The tide is well down and the pontoon on the other side is accessed by concrete steps at the top and then steel steps for the lower third. There is little to get a grip on as it is made up of holes basically, and whist Kicker eventually races up the top. Gybo isn't going to go. Luckily she is not heavy.
A very cold (relatively speaking) and dull day.With a rather cold and dull reception at the bar restaurant. I go in on my own and ask the owner if he speaks English. He shakes his head as a voice from the bar in a Yorkshire accent says " We do though, what do you want?" they are customers and presumably local ex pats. The restaurant is basic with plastic chairs and tables, there is no one in there. " Wondered if the dogs could come in whilst we had some lunch"/ She answered."Dogs aren't allowed inside. You can eat outside over there if you want." I looked over to the even more unwelcoming area of plastic chairs and tables set in a rickety fashion under some plastic sheeting.
I left and we went back to the ferry and had lunch at home. Smoked meats, cheese, olives, and papaya to finish. Delicious.
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