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... ashore to complete some more provisioning – namely stuff for BBQs.
Tuesday 7 July
After a reasonable nights sleep (the music was not as loud as we thought it would be) we
ventured back ashore to fill up our 20 litre can with water which we will use to clean the salt off the boat – we need to be quite conservative with our fresh water as we don't know when we wlil back in a marina.
Don't know how but ...
... the Spanish culture. I absolutely loved going to classes, even when it became a huge burden getting to and from. The hour spent in that room with 5-8 other people twice a week, not understanding 90% of what was being said, always brought a smile to my face and a lightened step to my walk on my way out.
The performance was, well, less than stellar, as my nerves took over and I felt like someone had superglued my inner thighs together ...
... as a massage therapist, I earned enough money in tips alone over a 6 month period to afford a full side tattoo. If you know tattoos, you know that a pretty penny spent. If you don't know tattoos, just know that six 1 hour massages (so 6 hours giving massages) can earn you $60-90. That being said, I didn't even need the full six months to earn enough for my tattoo, but life comes into play and not all those tips go into the piggy ...
Aujourd'hui nous nous sommes arrêtés dans une petite baie où nous étions les seuls. Nous avons eu la baie et l'île rien que pour nous, c'était génial! Au bout de quelques heures il a fallu bouger plus loin car un pêcheur estimait que nous étions trop près de son filet. Nous avons essayé de négocier, mais rien ...
... We drove to the airport parking and caught the shuttle bus along with four French girls who were also going on holiday, they must have slept properly as they laughed and joked all the way to the airport. They probably looked at us and thought we were going to Ibiza for a funeral, and this was before we realised we'd forgotten my wallet. We boarded the plane, good old Mr Ryanair and flew the hours flight to Ibiza. We arrived to grey skies and none of ...