Where did I get to? Bloody hell, only Sunday evening, with all that waffling? I think I need to be a bit more brief from now on.

Sunday evening we had a drank and ate in the resort's own bar and restarant. I had cordero de something-or-other (lamb in some kind of sauce); it was gorgeous.

After Sunday's mammoth effort (we were all up something like 20 straight hours), Monday was very restrained. During the day, we went out in the car and visited Feungirola and Cabapina.
On the way back we found a supermercado and stocked up on snacks and a few bottles of beer. Monday evening we stayed in the apartment and played 13-card brag. I won 4 Euros!

Tuesday during the day we went to visit Gibraltar. Of course, since we were passing into British territory, it decided to bucket it down all the time we were there. The sun came out while we were queueing at the border tyo come back and, by the time we were through, it was shining from an almost cloudless sky.

I'm saving Tuesday evening for it's own entry, so on to the rest of the week. Wednesday I stayed in the apartment and read (I was very tired and a little hung over from Tuesday). Wednesday evening a friend's sister and her husband, who live in the area, came to visit. We bought them dinner in the resort restaurant. I had a pork dish. It was OK, but according to the 'locals' it wasn't done the way it should be. I knida wished I'd had the lamb again.

Thursday we went to Benalmadena. It was the most touristy place we'd been. No touristy isn't the right word: it was the most English place we'd been. The cafe where we had lunch didn't even bother with Spanish on their signs and menus, just English!

It also had the world's most bizarre toilet. It had both a urinal and a concventional WC within the same enclosure: This is quite common in the area, presumably because the urinal uses less water. Unfortunately, there wasn't really enough space for it and the WHB, with the result that the basin was actually over the WC pan. To actually sit on the toilat you had to squat to one side, and then swivel in under the basin. Weird!

Thursday evening we stayed in and played cards again, because of the flight on Friday (and because I hadn't got a lot of money left!). Friday was raining, so we just went straight to the airport as soon as we were ready. There was a bit more waiting and queueing than on the outbaound flight, but no problems with passport control (no guns!) and we were back in the UK by tea-time.

James.