We stumbled across a bar and on seeing the pygmy and the prostitute in the corner knew we were in for an experience. As Simon demonstrated his Spanish in retrospect we now know he did say this correctly!! The contestants, all in bikinis and boardies, were tied up by their hands and feet, covered in what looked like oil, and then had to wriggle across a plastic floor in a relay type affair, with regular close up on the woman and their chest area.
Although this amused myself and Simon, we felt uneasy on a number of levels and when the game ended and a new one began blowing up balloons under their t-shirts until they burst! We enjoyed a nice wine, while humming along to baldy, and Helen had a pleasant fish dish whilst Simon had a fish-egg and onion dish, I decided to try eel with chips and egg they keep putting egg on everything I order β odd!
As we left the restaurant we noticed an Irish bar across the road the only bar in the town it seemed was just opening it was about 10pm by now so decided a glass of wine would help settle us for the evening before heading back to our eery accommodation.
The bar was quite large and we sat aside the bar near a quite necessary heater. We all took turns and banging and kicking, as Simon reminded me in the morning my Jacki Chan ego came out that evening the door to raise the odd, underpant wearing hostel owner to no avail.
As Helen and I slumped against the door in despair Simon got bored and decided to have walk across the road. Discreetly we got into our hostel and headed to our attic room for a few hours sleep! Helen was still feeling a little rough so decided to stay off the beer and opted for a coke and water. Fortunately the toastie and piece of cake we ordered arrived without any unwanted additions such as a bloody egg!!
