Kactus Time

I took the bus, or 'Guagua' as they are commonly called here, from Corralejo to El Cotillo today. The driver on the five o'clock bus had the radio blaring out some Spanish soccer match.

I was oblivious to this assault on the old ear-drums.

Having enjoyed an agreeable day on La Concha beach, my first port of call at the apartment was the reinvigorating shower, where the day's sand and dust were rinsed off.

Thus, I'm at the Kactus cocktail tapas bar this evening, watching the World pass by and enjoying a refreshing Tanqueray gin and tonic-water.

I haven't worn socks for ages. No need to. The faithful feet are toughened up and ready for action.

The lovely Francesca has just brought me a complimentary plate of tapas.