For some reason we were all a little hungover this morning, it must be the sea air. We had more time to check out the view from our apartment, if you hang off the balcony and crank your neck around, you can just about see a bit of the sea. Result, free sea view! We do overlook a church though, probably the reason Steve chose it.
We don't get breakfast at the apartment so we found a breakfast tapas place, aka a bakery. We took our bread products down to the harbour to eat if and were engulfed by little birds who also wanted our breakfast. They were wary of taking it out of our hands, so Tim lay down and put some bread on his forehead.
There was also an odd moment when we looked over at the pier to see some old dude having a naked swim, he dried himself down then covered up his top half, photos courtesy of Tims collection.
We were then tricked into another route march by Gold Leader, who would point at something in the distance and say something like "Cheesy, I bet there's fish in there" and he'd rush over to it, repeat this for 5 km and you've got a march on. We did find a good view of the one side of the coast though:
After our march we returned to the room to change into our trunks and headed to the beach. Mark, Tim and Steve went into the sea whilst Cheesy was on sentry duty. We played with a skimming ball and the people around us soon learned to move away.
A heathy McDonalds lunch followed and then we walked around the shops for a bit. The town is full of Americans who are trying to act all cultured by buying French berets and plastic tat. We decided to return to our room for a siesta.
Food'o'clock, so we headed out and grabbed a beer to watch the England game. They had two TVs so we could watch the Italy game too. Bloody Suarez is an animal, ban him FIFA. Enough said about England.
Mark had a slight confession, he didn't count the blog posts correctly so this isn't the 100th post, it's only the 94th or something. This is a shame as we'd already had no church day and got the picture of a naked person... As soon as Steve heard that it wasn't the hundredth, he marched us to a church.
We decided to eat at a seafood place on the harbour, they had steak on the menu so all of us had some food. Sat opposite us was the best moustache ever attached some some blokes face:
There was a debate about local tuna and what coloured tuna was available so Tim bribed the waitress to help him win the argument. Cheesy, the expert on all things from the sea wasn't impressed.
After dinner we had a few drinks whilst trying to avoid the Americans and then decided that it was time to finish the holiday off with a kebab. Tim led a sweep of the city trying to find a kebab shop, and the only one that we found was closed in the mall.
Tim even resorted to enlisting the local law enforcement at one point but the search was fruitless.
Instead we opted for ice cream and stuffed our faces.
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