Saturday 11th February - Hablas con gas

This morning it is drizzling, although there is a gap long enough for a swim. It wouldn't do to get rained upon while getting wet. Today we plan to be fairly idle as we have huge quantities of leftovers to get through, salad nicoise for lunch and paella for supper.
We take the shuttle bus into Playa del Ingles, alighting at the Yumbo Centrum, a sort of cross between Sodom and Gomorrah and Gateshead's Metro Centre. This view is the only one that we found that could be shown to your maiden aunt. We do manage to find a cash machine that does not want to charge us €7 to withdraw cash and it gives an acceptable exchange rate. We note that the week after next is the Rubber Festival and aim to plan accordingly.
In an obscure corner of the complex we find an Indian supermarket where we top up on poppadoms and lime pickle. We have a feeling that the rents for this section might be a bit less than some parts of the complex.
Those in search of cultural highlights may have got off the wrong bus but we find refuge in the Nordic quarter. We have a language problem "Hablas ingles?" leads to a bottle of "Agua sin gas" being delivered to our table. This misunderstanding is overcome and we enjoy a pleasant drink without having to hear a single Brit. At least we aren't Finns and don't have to pretend to enjoy this.

R's knee is on the mend so we decide to walk home. This gives us the chance to take a picture of a roundabout that R has been admiring since the day we arrived.
After a lazy afternoon we head out to the local bar, Cleopatra's (in Glaswegian = Clatty Pat's). Here we see the inspiration for the sky in the Simpsons' cartoon.
Today's research beer is a little different. A Helles Bock with an ABV of 6.5%, rather maltier than D prefers. *** (out of five)


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