We were all a little tired after yesterdays marathon event and still fed up about the restaurant which should have been one of the high points of the trip but became the low point, ah! Well let’s move on.
A quick croissant and coffee at a nearby coffee shop where the waitress was so helpful (unlike last night’s staff) and we walked across the square and waited for the first open top tourist bus of the day to take us down town.
In the centre of the square is an interesting statue?? Which none of us could work out what it was but the waitress told us it was female face from an historic age cast in what looked like old plastic bottles?? Left over from Roger’s wine cellar we understand.
The bus arrived and took us into town where we changed to the other route which takes your through the city and down to the port passing the Science and Cultural park where there were many newish buildings which must have cost a fortune and no doubt paid for by the EU with no doubt Noel Groves taxes. Bah Humbug.
The double decker bus continued its merry way through the port area, then blow me it stopped right outside the restaurant we were at last night. If only we had taken the bus or a taxi last nights challenges many not have happened, Anyway after placing a heathen curse on La Pepica and its waiting staff the bus turned round and headed back to the centre of town past the many old buildings most of them in good condition. We arrived back at the boarding point and following a quick snacky type lunch walked back to the station and boarded the train back to pick up the car.
We arrived back in Moraira and went straight to the pool looking forward to a dinner at the local Chinese restaurant which was good. Tonight the restaurant was quite full and there appeared to be a slowdown in the food delivery department which we understand was being caused by a new chef from China who could not understand the Spanish names for Chinese dishes or something like that. To fill in the time whilst waiting for the food we demolished a few bottles of wine until came the cry ‘No more’ and so we changed wine allegiance yet again.
The food was good but when you wait two hours for it it’s such a shame, never mind perhaps next year the chef will have learnt the dishes.
Back home to the Villa and the last glass of wine on the balcony and then to bed to recover from our last two days of travels.
