Hello......where are you......
After our walk we decided to treat ourselves to a brekky at the Beachcomber's cafe, which was lovely. We then drove down to the central part of the town which is about 2 miles from where we are. Interestingly, there were a few people about, and mostly Spanish at that. It seems that they like the central part of the town, where the main shopping centre is, not the outskirts.
It seems the area that we are staying is a popular haunt for the wintering Pom. We haven't seen or heard any squawking Cloggers or sun bed stealing Germans at all!
We then drove along the coast to Vera playa, which was, once again, absolutely deserted.
This street is one back from beachfront. There were probably about 60 houses and 5 cars! It's very different to the crowded terraces back in the UK ...
After our siesta (well, mine!) we went down the beach for a swim. |Well, that was our intention but we didn't end up going in as the ocean had turned a bit angry and Elaine said she wouldn't save me if I got into trouble! So ... we just lazed on the sand instead!
On the way back from the beach we thought we would pop into Tito's beach bar but it was packed! We couldn't get near the bar at all. They had a turn playing, whose name was Clive Sarstedt, the brother of Peter ... he even plays his songs! Apparently he lives locally and his a regular muso at Tito's. He is obviously a big draw card for Tito's ... it is the most packed we have seen any bar since we have been here!
We gave up on getting a drink the and went back to the flat, where we had dinner out on the balcony ... lovely!