Welcome to Palma...pitch black..really is dark here!
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| No glass, just a hole cut out the ships Bulwark |
They disembarked in 45 And no-one spoke and no-one smiled
There were to many spaces in the line.
Gathered at the cenotaph
All agreed with the hand on heart
To sheath the sacrificial Knifes.
But now She stands upon Southampton dock
With her handkerchief
And her summer frock, clings To her wet body in the rain.
In quiet desperation knuckles White upon the slippery reins She bravely waves the boys Goodbye again.
Onwards to Cala Vinyas, our temporary flat owned by Amy's mate Jess. It really is dark...and a strange smell in the air of cat urine...everywhere!....could my nostrils be scarred?
As dawn breaks, the sun pops up and all looks fine for the first leg of our stay. Plan is to find a nice rural Finca away from the tourist resorts and find it soon.
Jess's flat is great, 2 beds in a smart ex pat complex outside Magaluf. Spent 10 minutes trying to unlock the fridge door though!
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| Handles on the right eh? |
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| No.... on the bloody LEFT! |
Can still smell urine though! Not in the flat, but just about everywhere else...I'm
either obsessed or I have a medical condition!
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