Mojacar. (Day 2)

Last night, we could hear the cicadas. It seemed and age since we'd last heard them calling to each other. The light of the full moon cast its light right across the water to Marge. Out to sea, we could see the dim lights of the oil tankers, and hear their throaty engines as they sailed by.

In the moonlight, under the palm trees, Marge looked like she was in North Africa.

This morning John chatted to the other Englishman. He had left England in August, and would be away for nine months, something he'd done for the last five years. Lucky him.

This morning John tackled Marge's leaking plumbing, whilst Angela took a walk out. The local ferreteria (hardware store) supplied a few bits.

The river beds around were bone dry. Yesterday, we noticed in some, plastic sheeting from the greenhouses hung in tree roots which had coursed down from the mountains in the rains. So much for environmentally friendly. A lot of the growers advertise themselves as bio, (organic). We wonder if they're aware of the environmental problem they are causing down stream.

At lunchtime, we had the pleasure of a couple in their fifties going 'au naturel'. The man a little more discreet, sat in his beach chair. The woman however baring all without a care. At least she had a parasol shading her....cool box. The worrying thing was, would she flip over for an even tan, and of course she did. Then a couple appeared with their excitable collie dog, resulting in a baseball cap being dropped on the woman's nether regions!

By late afternoon, the wind had increased slightly, ruffling the sapphire blue water. A young German couple turned up with a little boy about two years old. Whilst Angela was cooking the evening meal, the father brought the little boy around to see her. The family were en route to Portugal, for how long, that they didn't know. The little boys education was obviously the sights he saw, the people he met, and the languages he needed to learn. His only English word was thank you. His father commented how nice our dinner smelt compared to theirs. Sausages always smell great, don't they?