Monday, 9 July 2012
Arrived at the Santa Maria, you have to walk through the dining area to get to the reception pass the tutting waiters. The receptionist was an odious bitch, telling Carmen to speak only when asked! Once we had our room key we eventually found our way to the room. Twin, Sea view, third floor. As we entered the room, small red quarry type floor tiles greeted us, all dusty and cracked. I opened the small pokey windows looking out onto a nice sea view and broke into song. The furniture was from the set of a horror film, Mario Bava's Black Sabbath sprang to mind! Beds the cheapest of the cheap and hard. The antiquated wardrobe door would not open! I was pleased it didn't, God knows what was lurking inside, probably Boris Karloff wrapped in bandages. It was a midden to put it mildly. Bill Sykes and Nancy would have loved it there. We went downstairs, cancelled our booking, and went onto the internet and booked into the Sunway Golf Apartments.
At the top of this street there is a cafe/bakery, where I was stood waiting to get served, but she was only serving the Spanish customers making it obvious that she didn't want to serve me, I lost my rag with her and shouted "Oye! Am I invisible?" I saw her roll her eyes at her colleague. Si? I asked her if she has any large brown baguettes, si, she replied, "Good, then take one and shove it up your fucking arsehole!"