Again, the morning resulted in a sore throat but diminished as the day went on. More time was spent at the poolside – we returned to the same spot as the previous day. This time though our Yorkshire ‘friend’ sat close by and whilst he didn’t actually speak to us there were a couple of close calls when in the pool. We had observed this couple s few times during the previous days – often sitting with other couples but we believe now it wasn’t through choice on the others. It looked the Yorkshire guy was a serial stalker, willing to talk to anyone and if you spoke back you were we’ll and truly latched! Whilst I was in the pool Tina overheard him tell his captive audience that he had complained to the hotel management over the noise emanating from the building works across the bay stating that there was no mention of this in the brochure.
We also chuckled after he was overheard saying that the pool towels they had left on the beds to reserve them had been removed by management. “If they think I’m paying for another lot they are mistaken!” Of course delivered in his thick Yorkshire accent! Oh how we laughed later.
The evening meal was, once again, of good quality and choice, although after a while the menus tend to merge into the same type if food. I felt like some stodge so inquired about the chips and whether they were GF. Unfortunately they weren’t so I had to stick with roasted potatoes instead. Prior to that I had cream of carrot soup, gluten-free I was assured but when I started eating it was of a very thin consistency, with the cream in shirt supply. I suspect the idea is that you should bulk it out with the croutons adjacent the serving dish.
After dinner and another walk, this time in reverse direction of the previous night; nothing better than a but if variety to keep things different. Just up from the beach was an area that appears to be run by one of the hotels – there were children on the stage dressed up in costumes and lots of people gathered around watching.
We made our way back to the hotel and spent another relaxing evening in the bar listening to the live pianist knock out modern and classic tunes. Another short walk was taken before retiring g to bed, slightly earlier than the previous nights. Earlier on in the evening my nose had started running in what turned out to be the start if the cold proper.
The night was broken a number of times with coughs and nose blowing, resulting in me having to take paracetamol to try to stem the flow, so to speak.
Friday was market day in the nearby town of Puerto de Mogan and we’d decided that it would be worth a visit as it was the biggest on the island and the town was quite picturesque too. The hotel provided a free coach but as a) you had to book your tickets by Wednesday and we didn’t and b) it left the hotel at 9.30am and we didn’t get up in time we decided to get a taxi instead. We had breakfast and then walked up to reception where we enquired about a taxi to be told it costs around six euros. Armed with this info we then walked to the nearby taxi rank, slowing down when we spotted Yorkshire couple ahead just in case taxi sharing was on their mind. Fortunately they opted for a bus instead.
We managed to get a ride to Puerto de Mogan and indeed were charged the correct amount. The road to the next town follows the coastline and despite being a newly surfaced one was still quite a scary experience as it winds itself up and down the rocky hillside before dropping down into the main area of the port town.
We pulled up right outside what we thought was the main market area and wasn’t very impressed. The stalls were full of – I can only describe as ‘tat’ and within 15 minutes we’d had enough.
We made our way to the seafront and stopped for a drink; experiencing the novelty of having to pay for them and the started to head back. At that point we ran into the celiac lady’s husband and her (didn’t catch his name but hers was Jen) and we chatted for 10 minutes or so. He then asked whether we had been to the area known as ‘Little Venice’ which we said we hadn’t. It appears we had completely missed it and so we went back towards the beach and found the area and more market stalls. Again the stuff being sold was all much of the same, but the boating area was quite nice to walk around. We spotted a pharmacy so bought some tablets to try to clear up my cold then walked back to the taxi rank and got a lift back to the hotel.
We got changed into out swimwear and then headed for the pool, again sitting in the same spot as the previous day. What a mistake – but more of that later. We set our towels out and then retreated for some lunch and then returned back to the beds for a relaxing afternoon by the pool. Unfortunately the two couples that arrived the previous day decided to tell each other their life stories in the space of two hours, with everyone sitting anywhere near them, including us, having to listen to it too. Tina decided it was the younger Liverpool couple that did most of the talking as later she called them serial stalkers as we saw them later that evening pounce on the same couple again.
We stayed as long as we could stand the chatter but eventually gave up and went back to the room. As we walked back we discussed what they had been talking about including the fact that the younger woman was on IVF treatment and there was an eighteen year difference between the London couple. I’m sure if we had stayed we would have got their both bank details!
Dinner was a themed night; Black and White and surprisingly the restaurant had made a bit of an effort to try to make the room more cosy by putting candles on each of the tables in black candle holders. It didn’t really work though although it was a nice try. Dinner for me was lamb and potatoes, with the head chef confirming personally what I could have (chips were definitely not allowed).
Another walk after dinner to try to burn off some of the calories before sitting and watching the daylight turn into night, then listening to Nico playing some tunes in the piano bar.
A cloudy start to the morning meant we didn’t go straight down to the pool after breakfast but instead had a walk along the steps adjacent the hotel, commanding great views of the bay and Puerto de Mogan. Around 11am, as the sun broke through, we set up camp by the pool and remained there for the rest of the day, continuing to top up our tans. I managed to finish off the book I was reading.
At dinner, set with a Spanish theme, I chose squid as my main course, but found it a bit tasteless (the first meal I didn’t really enjoy). After dinner, we took our obligatory walk around the resort but were soon back at the bar enjoying the relaxing atmosphere of the piano playing Nico. In the main bar there was an Elvis tribute act, which we debated as to whether to go and watch. In the end we did and enjoyed it; he didn’t take it too serious and in the end had many of the guests dancing on the stage. I did laugh when he was asked to sing ‘Blue Suede Shoes’, which seemed to take him by surprise, especially as it was one of the legends most famous songs.
The final installment soon…