Off we went, car loaded to the hilt, relaxation pills taken
(not sure what they were but Caroline seemed to think they worked, so not one to
turn down relaxation, in it went). Rich drove as he was voted best driver, I
rode shotgun and was the in house DJ (CD controller) and Caroline & Mark
went in the back and were in charge of distributing snacks & sweets and
instigating toilet stops and giving directions (only went wrong once.
)
The rain didn’t hinder the mood and we were in good spirits
when we did our first stop, somewhere near Granada. Service stations are so
different to service stations in the UK, where you need a second mortgage to eat
at the Little Chef or what ever they call it these days. The best bit about the
Little Chefs was always the strawberry flavoured lolly you got if you ate all
your dinner.This place was more like a very noisy, Spanish bar in town. Speckled tiled floors, long wooden bar
with stools, but not very many, the bar man desperately trying to ignore you. It
was so crowded that a table was not available so we perched on 2 stools and we
all ordered toastada's & tomato and felt rather Spanish really. Caroline also ordered jamon serrano which was
the worst she’d ever tasted, apparently it tasted like soap!
The following stops, in the now torrential rain were just
toilet stops so by the time we got to Gib we were starving and fantasizing about
finding a quaint English bar serving pub grub. Mark wanted Steak pie, I was
willing to try scampi after not eating it for 5 years after a bad experience,
Caroline & Rich wanted fish n chips.
Well my first image of Gib wasn’t exactly great. The rain was
relentless and after several laps of the island trying to find a parking space (where
had all these people come from????) we had to settled for Morrissons cafe, as that was the
only place with parking spaces. We headed straight to the café where we ate a very basic late lunch, had a
little look around the supermarket then went to try and locate our apartment.
Several more laps of the island later and we found the key
holder for the apartment and located the apartment, unloaded, then the men spent
the next hour finding a parking space whilst Caroline and I unpacked and got
settled in for the night. We didn’t venture out due to the rain but the men
were sent out for an Indian takeaway and came back soaked, Marks phone ruined!
Indian was Ok although couldn’t eat it all so saved some for
breakfast!
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