Agroturismo Can Gall
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... Euro 10. So no Ibiza is not actually expensive.
I've arrived late in the afternoon and really just want today to catch upon some sleep. The party I've come here for isn't til tomorrow and I am ok taking it easy tonight. I wander through the town, grab a quick dinner then dig into a movie before calling it a night.
When I left Sri Lanka I had the best tan I've ever had in my life. The heat of my first few months in Europe meant it was easy to maintain but now ...
... found it but were told that it would take 15-20 days to be fixed! Will wait until we get to barcelona.
On the way home we ran into Linda the little white dog that lives next door to our place. The old seņora who owns her was there so had a nice chat to her in Spanish. She was born on ibiza and had never been off the island!
Had a nice dinner at an old style Spanish restaurant in the town.
No photos today unfortunately due to the broken ...
... left to look around. It ended up being a very nice place and a bit more money than the 10 Euro Albergues. Once more I did not feel well and found the days walk a bit too much. At dinner tonight I kept having leg cramps, the next stage is even longer and I will look at my options in the morning.
Jeff my Aussie friend was telling me that a couple of Austrian guys showed up the night before and were inquiring ...
... the little buggers swarming around us, going mental for the food and drink on display. We swat away, the buzzing aggression of the wasps a somewhat forgotten memory as they've been peculiarly absent from London the past two summers. And now we know why, they've all moved to Ibiza! Can't say I blame them.
Eventually, the stinging missiles abate, off to torment other diners no doubt, and we sink back into peaceful reverie as the afternoon takes on a rhythm of its own. ...
... to eventually do the same, sharing the back of a stranger's car with a dancer and an aspiring "urban pop" singer who are similarly stranded. The enterprising stranger charges us twice what a cab would, but split four ways it's a worthwhile expense as we definitely don't want to be around when the greedy mosquitos start their dusky feed.
Back at the hotel we wash away the sand, salt and suntan lotion, Balearic tunes blasting out of the iPad, trying to recreate ...