Wednesday, 28 September 2011
From Blighty To Benidorm
I've been basking in glorious sunshine the past few days, with temperatures of 85 degrees. Not in Spain, but here in England! Pass the tanning butter!
Flight 747 to Alicante we were surrounded by the egg and chips brigade. 9am flight and all the babies on board the plane were wailing piteously, the under fives were having major tantrums. The man sat behind us kept breaking wind willy-nilly. The scene was reminiscent of Giotto's fresco of The Last Judgement, depicting hell. I sat there silently screaming for 2 and a half hours until we landed.
Where we stayed.
The Don Pancho **** Mosquito Farm.
Taken on the mobile phone hence the poor quality.
Our hotel had it's very own boutique with all the latest Spanish fashions, including these hideous green polyester outfits.
Every hotel had it's own beggar, ours would sit from dawn til dusk on the pavement outside the hotel holding a paper cup, she would perform a lament with so much human misery in it that it could be described as theatrical.
The view from our balcony on the 13 th floor.
The girls from Baccara pose for a picture.
Benidorm really is the mobility scooter capital of Europe.
I've never seen so many walk shy lard arses in all my life.
The above pic is from the internet.
Carmen had Fish and chips and I had the vegetarian lasagna one afternoon at Rays chip emporium. The elderly waitress (I think she was called Pat) brought us our meal with a cheery "There you are, Luv" the northern equivalent to "Bon Appetite".
The Queen of Benidorm. Yes Sticky Vicky is still doing the rounds at 74 ! with her magic vagina act. She's been packing them in for years!