The missus has been a bit under the weather recently so we decide to head to the beach to recuperate. I’m no doctor, but I reckon this is a better option than the infirmary.
Samára fits the bill. A lovely little place, quiet, nice beach, no mega hotels and not too far to drive (although we do manage to get hopelessly lost – SatNav’s fault, definitely, definitely not Wend’s).
We spend a stupid amount of time on the computer keeping abreast of the latest Brexit non-developments and watching to see if the chinless Tory massive decide to oust their glorious leader.
Horse riding is available if that's your thing. We don't bother.
Not a lot of wildlife here but the
As is the hostel kitten.
We like the hostel guard dog the best. He's only got 3 legs. We call him Corbyn because he's so useless at his job.
Another tough day at the office. Please tell us when you're bored of seeing stuff like this.
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