I ignored the two gay men at breakfast today.
It’s for their own good. No point in starting something we can’t finish.
Pauline decided to have an early morning swim and try to reserve a couple of sun beds. As ever, most of the beds were already covered with neatly folded towels which more often than not remained neatly folded and untouched until mid-afternoon. I wish I had the nerve to go round, take every one of them off and throw them in an untidy pile in a corner somewhere…….
We’re spending the day by the pool……….I think………probably.
The resident Pagethreestunna was by the pool today. Long blonde hair, good looking and always remarkably well dressed in a God awful tacky way. She’s walking around the pool in her high heels and a leopard skin bikini covered with a matching see-through floaty, chiffony leopard skin thing which wafts around as she moves. She seems to be Spanish, on her own and has a nine or ten year old daughter with her. The other night at dinner she wore tiny denim shorts and a sort of sleeveless suedy top with laces up the front. Not that I noticed that much……..
I’ve just finished watching the ‘Water Aerobics’ from the comfort of my sun bed. Always interesting to watch is this as all the people in the pool attempt to mimic the instructor’s movements played out to a booming dance mix. You’d think that copying the instructor’s very simple movements would be dead easy wouldn’t you? The instructor raises his right arm up and down for 30 seconds. Some old dear moves her left arm from side to side. The instructor waves his arms in the air. Some other old dear shakes her hands in front of her face. What’s he there for? He might as well play the music, shout, “Get on with it” and go and have a sit down.
It’s approaching 4 pm and the girls have suddenly decided that it would be a good idea to make a second visit to PortAventura. This involved a small panic on our part as we scrambled our things together and everyone made a beeline for their rooms to change. I was ready by 4.30 pm and spent the next hour wondering when everyone else would be.
Back in the park it was much more comfortable than the previous day. The temperature was bearable and there were significantly fewer ignorant Spanish kids around. Don’t get me wrong, there were still enough of them there to get on my nerves though. They walked around the place in large groups, voices like foghorns. They don’t attempt to make way or move over when walking towards you. They push and shove and generally act as if nobody else exists. When queuing for rides they stand behind you and every few seconds barge into your back or push you as if they’re trying to move forward when it’s obvious that they can’t. waiting in line for something or other, Pauline was looking at a map of the park when two Spanish girls behind us leaned over her shoulder and started pointing and touching the map while jabbering away to each other at the top of their voices. Unbelievable. What’s wrong with these people? Bloody hell.
On another occasion while queuing with the girls for a ride, we found ourselves in between two large groups of Spanish kids. They were yelling at each other on either side of us until one of the girls in the front group motioned to Emily that perhaps we should let the group behind us overtake so that they could all be together. Bloody cheek. Emily quite rightly refused and in the end managed to get us moved up the line in front of the first group instead. Well done Emily.
As we strolled through the park Pauline suddenly said to me, “Oh I wonder what’s upset that Spanish kid?” as he staggered along holding his head. “Dunno,” I said, “Oh, that one there? His shin somehow hit the end of my foot and his eye inexplicably smashed into my elbow I think.”
We did the two big rides today. The first was a roller coaster. One of those curly-wurly, twirly, under, over, oops upside your head kind of things. After the first involuntary ‘Jeeeeeeeeesus Christ’ had passed my lips I really enjoyed it.
The other one was the ‘Huraken Condor’, a tall tower affair with seats on the outside. You get in a seat, just hanging there with your back to the tower looking out over the park while you’re winched up 328 feet to the top and dropped back down again at 70 mph. Emily was the only one brave enough to go on it with me, mind you I think she was getting more nervous the closer we got to the head of the queue. The nearer we got the more she chattered until by the time we were being strapped in she was burbling away about so many things I hadn’t a clue what she was talking about. I think I must be getting too old for all this now. Every time I get off a ride these days, I have a bloody headache.
We stayed until the midnight firework display and then home.
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