Spain 2005 - Day 12

At breakfast the two gay men avoided eye contact.

That Chinese burn must have done the trick.

The sun bed situation continues to deteriorate daily. A couple of new arrivals have just appeared by the pool. It’s 11 am and us experience pool-siders with thirteen days sun bed experience under our shorts know that by this time there isn’t a hope in hell of finding a free bed. The Germans have reserved their beds for tomorrow already. In fact some of the beds have had neatly folded towels on them since day one and there’s been no sign of any human activity on or around them since. I’ve come to the conclusion that they must be the German’s reserve beds as they’ve got barbed wire around them and seem to be mined.

Any way this couple are standing just to the right of me and he’s just said, “Well I can’t see any, can you?”

She said, “Look at all those empty beds wiv towels on ‘em.”

“Yeah,” he said, “look at ‘em, all empty wiv no one on ‘em.”

“I just said that,” she said, “are you callin’ me stoopid? Are you callin’ me stoopid, though? Are you disrespectin’ me? Are you disrespectin’ my famlee? Are you callin’ me a pikey? Are you callin’ me a pikey, though? Are you callin’ my mum poor? Are you callin’ my dad a wino?”

“No, I’m not, of course not.”

“Are you callin’ my dad a wino, though? My dad ain’t a wino.”

“I know your dad, don’ I? E’s a luvlee man. ‘E ain’t a pikey wino. Shall we……”

“Am I bovvered though?”

“I fink we ought – “

“But am I bovvered? Do I look bovvered? Look at my face, are you lookin’ at my face?”

“I’m lookin’ at your face.”

“Is there any part of it bovvered? I ain’t even bovvered. Do you fink I’m bovvered? Ask me if I’m bovvered, why don’ you ask me if I’m bovvered though?”

“All right, I’ll ask you if you’re bovvered. Are you bovvered?”

“No I ain’t even bovvered.”

Just then he spotted a couple of empty beds, “Look over there, quick.”

“I ain’t bovvered.”

I know, I know, I’ve pinched this dialogue from “The Catherine Tate Show” but I make no apologies for that. The woman really did say “I’m not bovvered” at least twice so I think it’s justified don’t you?

We didn’t see the girls until around 3 pm today. They’ve started to slowly turn into the undead, rising after sunset and making sure they’re back in their beds before the first rays of the early morning sun hit them.

We completed our third visit to PortAventura this evening getting back to the hotel about 1 am.

The girls are now in their rooms getting ready to go out again………….