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Published: February 14th 2020
Day 24. 12th
Now I’m sitting in a cafe at Malaga Aerporto with my flight home delayed due to storm damage at Leeds/Bradford airport – it’s a problem being the highest airport in UK…. So I’m trying to recall what happened yesterday (Wednesday 12th
We got up quite late – 9ish. Michael went out to get a new gas bottle, he needed his car for this, which he parks near his tennis club, about a 5min walk away. However, at some point he was pulled over by the local police and fined €100 for entry to a street. Luckily they didn’t ask for his documents as his new driving licence is still in the UK, so that could have caused problems. When he got back Michael cooked me a tomato & bread omelet with a cup of tea – surprising how much I’ve missed a cuppa tea whilst in Morocco.
Then we took a leisurely stroll to his favourite bar and had a coffee whilst I charged my laptop and linked up to Mike’s phone in order to send the last 2 blog posts; quick photo upload, good old 4G. After a while we decided to
go out looking for a restaurant with a good view of the snowy Sierra Nirvada for lunch. We drove around for quite a while, but could not find one with that view, so settled for one without. It was also without customers apart from one guy wearing cowboy boots. We had plain omelets & chips with a garlic mayo side and orange juice (a bit sharp).
After this feast we went back to Mikes and I packed my bags ready for the flight tomorrow. All those free little shampoo bottles from hotels and sharp objects had to be put in my hold bag, anything with a battery in my cabin bag; all those things that you can forget when travelling overground or oversea….
At about 6:30 Mike got a call from his bar (where we had been in the morning) to tell him to come that night, it shows what a good customer he is there! We did go at about 8pm and it was hugs & back slapping for Mike from Abdula, the (Moroccan) owner, and Miguel - his Catalonian friend who has been studying English and just passed a Cambridge exam with a 62% score (he
Then Abdula put the snooker on TV for us (Welsh Open) and his Mother-in-law made me some special vegetarian tapas after being shouted at by Miguel (the tapas continued until about 11:30 – baked potatoes & olives, small savoury pancakes, aubergine chips). Miguel had to keep nipping out for a cigarette so I joined him with my e-ciggy, at one such visit I met Harry, a smooth looking & talking man, who Mike introduced as the King of the Village. Harry showed me pics, on his phone, of his large HGV rig that he drove to Germany regularly (he spoke no English & me no Spanish, but we could still understand each other). He was a ladies man – had used to date a lady in Birmingham and another in Nottingham (apparently).
The drinking and eating continued until about 12:30, tabs were paid and glasses topped up free. The doors had closed at 11:30. And they all said that I was most welcome to return anytime. I made a point of thanking the cook and she seemed happy to be remembered.
We wandered back to Mikes and almost went straight to bed, both a bit tipsy, setting our alarms for 8am.
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