Aparthotel Sunny Beach
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Friday, September 12, 2014
At Sea today. Our only sea day on this particular voyage. The ship, though crowded, is rather subdued thank goodness.
We spent the day on deck 12, the pool deck in the shade. We read all the day long. I'm closing in on the final chapters of Catherine’s life….588 pages goes quickly when written with such enthusiasm and language as it is. This book is so easy for me to enjoy.
... arch – quite cool. The tile work on the ceilings is beautiful as is the detailing around each window. The ruins are in fairly decent shape for having been "rebuilt" by the Moors in the 11th, & 14th Century. We walked a lot but not all the way to the top of the mountain to the castle Gibralfaro (too hot, no shade). For both of us – it is ALL about the shade. No tree, no shade.
We're in Marbella, by the Mediterranean!
We got lucky - in a way. The place we had rented while we're here turned out to be horrible (long story). But the Marriott, where we wanted to be originally (but they were sold out at the time), had one room left! One thing we have learned in our travels: when something goes wrong, don't be miserable trying to make it work. Cut your loses and start over! So, we're here ...
... that's out of our control and in the hands of the Indian embassy. I'll once again be dragging Jed around various parts of Devon and Cornwall where my crazy family reside...add in a few days up in Norfolk and throw in a quick trip to London before we head off again. This time Jed will head to Croatia for a sailing trip, and me to India. Then after two weeks Jed will fly out to Mumbai and meet with Fiona and I for a month of India. Bring it ...
... similar predicament.
We stop for an initial assessment by Doogie who doesn't say we were **** but I'm sure he thought it. After some more hints and tips on ridging positions we try to set off but my bike won't start, not a sausage. Doogie wanders over to have a look then goes wanders back to his bike to get his tools. He may whizz along on the bike but moves like a sloth without it, he has the stereotypical maņana pace of life down to a tee. Anyway after ...