Sad times & Good times...........

Sunday was, as predicted, a very gentle day.  Phil wrote, I sunbathed and then we went down for the BBQ lunch at 1pm.  We ordered drinks while the meat was being cooked and Phil, in his impatient boredom, switched on his iPhone4, only to pick up an email from Jim to say that his dad, Tom had passed on Friday. Now we both knew that Tom was of a certain age and that he had been on medication but we were not aware that he was suffering from a rare form of skin cancer.  Of course, Phil knew Tom far better than me, I had only met him on 3 or 4 occasions but even so, when Phil told me the news, a few tears ran down my face as so they did Phil’s.  The last time we saw Tom senior was at Shirley & Jim’s birthday bonfire cum birthday party for Kylie and he was in fine form.  The life and soul of the party as they say and that night was no different and is how we shall both remember him.  Tom senior, just as isJim, was and a great man and a lovely bloke.  R.I.P. Tom Robb senior, R.I.P.

Yesterday morning (Monday) we caught the free hotel bus down to the sand dunes then walked up to the central bus station.   Neither of us could understand the timetable but somehow we managed to catch a bus to Puerto Rico, god only knows how, because the timetable and the departure list made no sense.  But we did it and in around 30 minutes we were in Puerto Rico. Phil was reluctant and impatient to go someplace, any place, but I managed to ground him and we fumbled our way onto a bus to Puerto de Mogan..  The guide book suggested that Mogan was a little bit like mini Venice and in a way it was.  Also, my friend Jane who has a time share in Puerto Rico said Mogan was the place to go.

She wasn’t far wrong and we were certainly not disappointed. Mogan was beautiful and after stepping off the bus we had a truly lovely walk around the town and the harbour. Honestly, if you come to Gran Caneria, then you simply have to visit Mogan. It is always expensive to eat by the harbour, wherever you are, in which ever city, so we decided to head to the outskirts but amazingly we found a café with views of the sea and harbour with a fixed priced menu for 3 courses for less than 10 quid. Fresh salad, onion soup, fresh white fish and tuna for Phil and a coffee ice-cream with a really decent glass of red included in that price; we were more than happy; Phil more so than me! Lol!

After lunch and another long walk around the harbour, we spotted a flyer advertising a glass bottom boat trip from Mogan back to Puerto Rico.  It was only 6 euros each so we jumped at the chance.  A pleasant crossing and only a short walk to the bus terminal.  The number 39 was leaving in 20 minutes which just about gave me the opportunity to jump across the highway and grab us both an ice-cream before our departure.  Phil was a happy bunny, for once, full of sugar; we arrived back in the centre of Maspalomas just in time to run down to the sand dunes bus stop to catch the hotel shuttle. For once, great timing and we were back at our Koala apartment by quarter to four.  All in all, a great day out, or at least I thought so.  Who needs wheels anyway when they can work the buses?