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This post begins on Sunday 4th July.
We got up, farted about for a bit and headed to our favourite, new Scottish bar for a good ol' British breakfast, which went down very well.
We took the bikes and worked off breakfast on our cycle to our favourite beach area of the island which was about 2 miles away.
We came across it last time we were in Lanzarote and if we ever go again, im sure we will return.
It's a nice little secluded place and doesn't get too busy -
Bet i looked like a right perv taking that photo :P
We brought lilos with us and we rode the waves on them, that was the highlight for me, im not a big sandcastle fan. Also, laying around in the sun was awesome but had its consequences, i thought i had applied enough sun cream but obviously not as i found out afterwards.
Oh and I was left cursing my lack of knowledge in the Spanish language department when 4 boys (clearly Spanish) wearing just shorts showed up and started kicking a football around.
That irked me, need to stick in with my languages...
When it was time to leave i soon found where i was sunburnt :/
Get this, the tops of my feet are where i got it worst. My back had random red areas and so did my chest, leaving me looking like a red cow on later inspection.
Cycling back was ok, it hadnt affected me too badly yet but we got back to our apartment and i dived into the pool to try and cool the burns.
It was soothing for a while but i should never have agreed to cycle down to airport where you can watch planes fly over your head by only a handful of metres.
A special video for you -
Yes, that is me laughing ^__^
Well, ok, maybe the pain was worth it but the rest was bad... sorta... not really.
We went to an Italian restaraunt and got a MEGA spicy pizza. *licks lips*
Delicioso.
Oh, and i swear two of the waiters were gay! They kept looking at each other with a sly smile that said "i cant wait till we close up here tonight"
They were really hospitable too tho, so that was enjoyed immensely.
I hated having to leave, pushing myself as far as i could on the bike, through the pain on the tops of my feet. But strangely, when we got back to the apartment, i pretty much feel asleep right away... somehow.
The next two days were the worst of the holiday, and perhaps two of the worst of any holiday.
Monday consisted of doing nothing - I couldn't walk. I couldn't lie comfortably. I just had to sit in the shade and watch everyone else in the pool. I also started feeling very lonesome coz i still knew nobody around the place. The folks from Liverpool had gone home, so i didn't even have them to talk to.
Take it from me, sunburn can ruin a holiday.
So, when you're feeling sore and down in the dumps what do you do?
You drink.
And i did, but only coz it was free! Don't get too upset. I didn't get drunk that day... that happened the next day, on the Tuesday :D
It's the only time i've ever been drunk and i wasnt even proper drunk.
But Tuesday was still a bad *day*... day
Still feeling sore and lonely, i also lost some money and received some bad news when i braved the complex's computers. I just wanted to be home and nowhere else, regardless of the weather.
I trudged along to watch Uruguay vs Holland in the bar, mum got me a beer (the first of quite a few) and headed off for a while.
What do you do in a bar full of guys when there is football on? You talk about football! And luckily enough, the guy i plonked myself beside, at random, was a Liverpool fan! Woot \o/
John must have been in his 40's but he was lovely, he was hilarious and we had a great chat, barely any football was watched. But this is where my fortunes changed. At half time, an older guy and a boy my age sat down near us - they were obviosuly father and son - but I didn't think much of it coz I was talking with John and a few of his friends (great names btw - Antoinito and Angelo)
However, slowly but surely we all got talking (about football) and found they were from a place in England called Coventry.
The second half started and John's mate Angelo ordered one too many beers by accident, he didnt even intend to get me one in the first place but i ended up with two :D
Then mum came back O_O
Angelo was rather worried lol but i finished one, i told mum the other was the same beer she got me earlier lmao
...and she believed it!!!
I finished it and she got me another!
That's when i started to feel it. Getting dizzy and not being able to focus properly. Walking from one end of the bar to the toilet was quite a challenge :P
But anyway, the father and son i was talking about earlier. The mum of the family came back and got talking to my mum and all of us ended up sitting in the bar way past the football. It was just great. Beer was flowing, so was the conversation, no pain in my feet, or back, or chest, and i got talking to someone my age for once!
He was called Ross, and his dad was Mark. Really nice people. We arranged to play water polo in the complex's main pool the next day. Apparently, it was on everyday, but due to sitting at our pool, i didn't know about this.
We said our goodbyes and i felt happy with how the evening went. The night was a complete opposite of my day. I knew people now!
And in that knowledge, i staggered off to the apartment, played some cards and feel right asleep, a happy *half*-drunk.
Please don't criticise me for getting drunk :P (or half drunk)
It was once and it happened on holiday, it is not a regular occurance :)
Anyhoo, Queen poll is up, vote for your favourite track off "News of the World" It's multiple choice so my votes go to Sheer Heart Attack, Spread Your Wings, Get Down, Make Love, and All Dead, All Dead. I have to pick 4 coz the album is so good!
More to follow soon...
Hugs,
Rowan
And just coz i had sunburn, here is a little song called Sunburn, even though it has nothing to do with it.
