27102011 The Parcel

0730 and everyone is up for our mob handed visit to the post office. Peter dons his rucksack and we check our kit, brown paper, scissors, tape, pen, passport and pile into a waiting taxi.

                     We are off

On arrival Peter is immediately recognised and the saga continues, parcel open to inspect contents, parcel resealed (With brown paper we brought with us)

Though their has definitely been attitude change. The staff are friendly and cooperative. I’m invited to film the proceding and a jolly party atmosphere pervades.

They even reseal the package for us (Using our brown paper)

                      Wrapping service                                            More forms

Finally the sticky barcode label and a little red stamp are attached, and with one final photo its whisked off into the sytem.

                        No more forms please                                                                   All friends at last

We celebrate with a tour of the city, Thomas visiting every Farmarcia we pass (We suspect he’s a secret drug runner) and hardware store in search

of the elusive Pressure Cooker. I top up my pay-as-you-go card and we all try to extract cash from various banks,

Lars fails again as won’t give him more than a small allowance each day.

As we arrive at the beach front there is a terrific surf running and the wind is blowing around 30+ knots sending up sand, stinging the eyes.

In the Prom wall we discover a market and visit before find a very nice restaurant right on the waters edge to take lunch.

                          Beach market                                                                         Surfs up

                  Were not the only bums                                      Dogs

A double hamburger with tomato, cheese and egg Lars and I, Hamburger “Original” for Thomas and Peter has decided to take the healthy

option of chicken salad all washed down with a “Stella” or two.

                              The Pier                                                                            Lunch restaurant

We share an order of the best Chips I’ve seen in South America, big thick cut and home made. Poor Peter his salad arrives minus the chicken!

the waitress is summond and ten minutes later a large flattened piece of chicken arrives, unfortunately its only half cooked.

                            Beach huts                                                                  Five sealions

We depart after paying a somewhat reduced bill and head for coffee and a bun at a very posh establishment further down the beach.

After sticky buns for all  its to go home Peter walks we taxi.

I work on the blog and arrange to meet Lars up at the club to send it. Its shut again and in freezing wind with numbed fingers we tend to our labours.

Then its back to G& T’s though we wonder about adding ice.

Thomas cooks up a heat restoring Chorizoo and chicken dinner with plenty of Garlic which reaches all the parts, that and the heating system going

full blast and circulation is restored. No-ones going out tonight, the radio announces its 4C out there which settles it.  

Bob the blog.