Wetness

Yesterday afternoon we watched a man try out some flags on the four flagpoles on the hotel roof. He ran up a St George's flag, and a small Turkish one, before removing them and instead running up an EU one and a rather ragged Spanish one.

EU, Spanish, Mallorcan and Hotel Eden flags

I was rather impressed that after tying off the lanyard on each flag, he fixed it to the flagpole with cable-ties to stop the clang-clang-clang which can get very annoying.

Out for a small lunch and coffees, and to get cash and cigarettes. It was damp and we were pestered by sparrows. Then a wetter walk around the marina to look at some of the larger boats. 'Eagle III' from London was particularly impressive, as was a wooden yacht.


We came back to the hotel for Steve to sleep, while I read* and snoozed. The wind really got up at one point, testing the flag-man's attempts at silencing the clanging lanyards. I can report that, tested under pressure, he was only partly succesful. The harbour did its job of protecting the boats very well, while wind-whipped waves washed against the small beach below the hotel.

Beers dowstairs were followed by pizza at Diablito's, and then cocktails back at the hotel.

Woke up this morning to sun! At breakfast there is a good selection of cereals and traditional cooked eggs, bacon and so on, plus the more continental selection of cold meats and cheeses, as well as toast-making facilities, and a slightly odd (yet, again, typically continental) collection of miniature cakes, from which I sampled yesterday. The thing that looks like a dry trifle sponge finger turned out to be ... a dry trifle sponge finger.

The coffee, however, is possibly the worst coffee this side of the Pyrenees, so that is why we have not long come back from a trip to a proper cafe for a proper cappuccino.

Unfortunately we failed to miss the 'emergency sham', news of which has been posted about the hotel since we got here. We evacuated when the alarms went off, but I think it was more a bell test than a genuine attempt at an evacuation exercise, which I think should have involved marshalls on each floor and a serious attempt at checking rooms.

We was naughty and sneaked out without handing in our key at reception for a burger and baguette and beers at a nearby bar. It rained heavily. We bought more water and mystery chocolate biscuits at the shop under the hotel.

By the way, I'm aware this blog is a bit crap. I can write well, and if you want to see a better example of my travel writing, then click here.

The complete collection of photographs from the holiday can be found here. It will be updated whenever possible.

*This holiday's reading list: Rock Me Amadeus by Seb Hunter; Imperium by Robert Harris; The Picture of Dorian Gray by Oscar Wilde (eBook); Grimm's Fairy Tales (eBook); Metamorphosis by Franz Kafka (eBook).