I'm not allowed to say it anymore.... Or rather I have agreed not to say it anymore.... Instead, each time the bell rings I just stop what I am doing and look up!
A relatively uneventful day on the sun terrace/ by the pool. Luckily for me it became very cloudy all of a sudden and I enjoyed at least 2 hours not having to play dodge the suns rays!
The rest of the day as predictable as the previous, except for the unexpected gift left us in the lift by two foreign children .... Both under 8 years old.... They alighted the lift as we got in and ran towards their room giggling... As the doors shut it became apparent that they had perfectly timed farts, mid floor ,and left them as a gift for the next occupants... We both saw the funny side then blushed with anticipated embarrassment as we would have to leave the lift for the next occupants in the same state we found it.
Annoyingly the dinner menu published outside the dining room is a day behind ... So we only ever know what we have eaten the day before rather than be warned of what is to come... I don't know why I haven't mentioned this before.... Perhaps we are having a light news day today.... Oh no we have nakedness.... Later ... After the watershed.
So , menu, they changed it finally so we were warned and somewhat amused by the addition of 'sea sausage ' to come at dinner. Normally we just google what we can't work out for ourselves (wished I hadn't googled panga! Spoiled my last holiday in Ibiza and now this one .... As I ate the cheap white fish that is found in polluted waters in Vietnam only suitable for cat food in most countries.... The Vietnamese eat everything yet they export this fish by the container load!)
Living life in the edge, like we do, we decided not to google it and wait til dinner. We forgot all about this little diversion until after we had eaten, yet we couldn't think what what this sea sausage may have been???? Then Vikki realised .... Fish finger! Many a secret joke will be passed between us on the frozen food aisle in future.
We set off for our usual 'ramble' into the town to see, smell and hear what festivities abound this eve... Vikki had already witnessed 'human curling ' on her pre ramble to buy cigarettes! Unfortunately for us we had to trod the same path where they had earlier been launching people via arms and legs along a tarpaulin on the pavement which had been doused with soapy water.despite the council workers efforts to clean up some of the pavement remained a little slippery. But no mind, neither if us fell over and my intermittent squeals each time I slipped a bit went in noticed as most if the town are in high spirits and squealing, ooing and ahhhing are quite a usual occurance these past few days.
As we slid towards the main square we just followed the crowd and landed by a big group of middle to old aged folk standing around just .... Standing around. Then we noticed beyond these aged were teens and 20 something quite scantily clad in just underwear and no shoes... No I'm mistaken there are also naked people... Mostly male and mostly holding their jewels. Their clothes and shoes on the floor all tied together in a great long string.... Some officials measuring said clothing string then all if a sudden the young people began to untie and collect their clothes.
So many things about this spectacle bemused me ... Of course I took photos... For dawn of course x