annanotbob's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Day three This is turning into an ordeal. Sara got very very drunk last night, came home and vomited copiously and repeatedly till the early hours then woke up in a foul mood this morning. Sigh. I decided to go on a baccy seeking mission, over the hills in the blistering heat, all puffed up and horrible, trying to ward off the sun with a giant beach umbrella, bumping into things and all groggy and useless. I got lost several times but eventually made my way to a typical row of businesses catering for the British abroad. You know, Irish pubs, Burger King, fish and chips and nothing to suggest it wasn't Blackpool till at last, hurrah, a baccy emporium. Ten big pouches for forty quid. Twelve quid each at home. Bargain. We've kind of got the worst of both worlds here, in that it's all British but quite isolated. I wouldn't mind being isolated alone or being surrounded by Brits at home, but this is a bit poo. There's nothing Spanish at all on the menu here, there's loud music blaring out till midnight but there's not a lot to do other than move between sunbed and water. Ah well, it's a change isn't it, and apparently there are massive winds at home, so good to miss them. Tomorrow we might try and hire a car - the roads are empty as it's a small island so I'm not too anxious about driving. It's on the wrong side of the road but at least the signs are the same as at home. Most of the coast consists of rocky cliffs, with very few beaches, if any, but we will go and see. And we will eat at least one Menorcan meal. Moan moan moan. That's me. Hasta la vista. Off to buy some postcards xxx |2:19 p.m. - 03/09/2009 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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