We took things reeeallly slow today. Once we were all up and about we took the little train right the way around the entire complex, to get our bearings. We bought some basic groceries at the little supermarket and threw together a lunch of bread, cheese and cold meat and then succumbed to a siesta!
We finally found the energy to wander down to the beach. What a disappointment! The med looks so gorgeous from our verandah, but the beach is pathetic! It’s hard to explain, but trust me, our South African beaches are gorgeous compared to this one! The beach is really narrow and the sand is a weird dark colour, it’s just not pretty at all. The waves break right onto the shore, not far out like ours do – Paula learnt this the hard way after being dumped really badly, right on the shore – it was hilarious from where Rox and I were sitting…. arms and legs all over the place!! She emerged literally covered in sand.
It seems that the people take their beach visits very seriously! They come armed with gazebos, ghetto blasters, braais… the full monty! In fact they have what look like retired fishing boats filled with sand on the beaches and the people make braais in them…looks like fun. There were a couple of topless aunties on the beach, nothing to look at though… unless you go for unshaved armpits and droopy boobs… So, ja, the beach trip was nothing to write home about. We returned to the resort and parked off on our verandah…a much better view.
This evening we decided it was time to have a home-cooked meal, so we went and made use of Pop’s unit, with the dishwasher and all, to cook up a meal! Having had some good, ordinary, home-cooked pasta, we headed back to our unit and parked off on the verandah, enjoying the looooong day-light hours. As I write this it is 9:30pm and the sun is still shining!