It´s been a pretty hectic few days for Mrs B and I. On Saturday we set off for Granada with our little car fully loaded. Never mind the bikes on the back, Mrs B´s shoes made up for a hundred weight at least.
The Saxo took it all in its stride though. The 200km shlep up to Granada from Almeria must have been the most pleasurable drive I´ve ever had. The Sierra Nevadas as our backdrop, a cracking radio station playing a nice selection of tunes and seeing as the road was pretty much straight no directions were needed from Mrs B. Always a bonus…
Granada was a great city . The funny thing is though it´s a big student town and is also used as a stag and hen destination by hordes of Spaniards. I don´t think we´ll ever see so many pissed up Spanish people ever again. It was proper bonkers…
The next day was the big test though. A mammoth 500km drive up to Denia to catch a ferry to Ibiza. I was honestly bricking it that our car wouldn´t be able to do it but it smashed it man. No worries at all. I´ll never perpetuate lazy stereotypes about French manufacturing skills ever again…
The drive was pretty much stress free although the services we stopped at were unbelievable. They served a full selection of beers, wines and spirits and out of about 20 people in there we were the only two people not having a jar or two to take the edge off the journey. Imagine that in the UK?
So now we´re in Ibiza and everything is starting to come together nicely. I´m sure Mrs B is making up some rubbish about me not helping with the flat hunting. It´s all lies. She´s the real piece of meat with eyes…
Bye for now
Mr B
PS A message to my little nephew BP re an earlier post. A scrotum is the Spanish word for plum…
