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Woken up at 7:30 by the sun streaming in the balcony window. So got up for early morning coffee then down to the Pacific Restaurant for breakfast. After breakfast went up on deck, sunny with a light breeze and we are heading to pass through the Straits of Gibraltar today. The ship is sailing closer to the Morocco side of the Straits so did not have a good view of Gib. In the morning we played deck quoits and shuffleboard without ...
... childhood too and I can only dream about the now out-of-date condom still in its wrapper.
But the pay off!! Sun bathing in 36 degrees at the end of October. Being paid to dress up as a Witch for Halloween. Horse-riding through the mountains. Clambering over boulders in streams. Enjoying groups of 40 or more guitarists playing in standing circles in the Plazas. Walking along the beach in November. Having the sunny days ...
... probably no swimming at all.
Nonetheless, we were exhausted and relieved to make it to Cartagena at last the next day (quite early on, as our anchorage was only about three hours away). The sun was bright and hot, the sky blue, there were palm trees all around and there's both a museum and a concert hall right next to the marina.
We'd chosen a great week to arrive, as Cartagena was partway through its annual festival ...
... CELTA course I took. We 8 newbies have gone from strangers to family in less than a week, and they are a great bunch. Less than 24 hours after we all met we were arranging a Sunday Roast at one of our houses. Nadia lives out of Murcia by about a 30 minute drive on a desolate Golf Resort and offered to do us a roast chicken.
Its like El Dorado-geddon. She cuts straight over the round-a-bouts and car parks to avoid the concretised mounds of red muddy landslide. She is by far ...
... Spain is staggering.
Virtually all the way south from Madrid to the Mediterranean sea, a
considerable distance let me tell you, is devoted to growing olives. Now I like
a virgin as much as the next bloke, but how much virgin olive oil does the
planet need? This is Europe’s version of a palm oil plantation. Olive farming
is monoculture on an industrial scale that has eliminated all the native flora