Here´s the update as promised. Got half an hour here on a public computer. (I can´t afford and Ipod...I "waste" all my money on trips to the sun. :o)
All travel was smooth, Ryainair even landed 25mins early!!!! Got to Las Bouganvilla aparts. and they seem just fine. Only two floors high. Wouldn´t be to everyones taste but they suit me here on my own. Clean, quiet ans a small complex with a small pool. I don´t intend to train for the Olympics, so that´s good.
I unfortunately had my first ever encounter with a cockroach. Absolutely NO reflection on the apartment and most seasoned travelers will know they are just living here, in the heat, as common as our own flies and wasps I suppose, (and just as welcome).
As I sat on the couch a movement on the back cushion of the chair opposite me caught my eye. I let out, what I think authors describe as " a strangled scream", or mybe it was a full volume one...
I swiped it to the floor with my flipflop, intending to then flatten it. I saw it sail through the air, as I winced at being at such close proximity to it. Where did it go?!!!!
I couldn´t see it. Now that really was disconcerting.
Eventually, I went to shower and tried not to think about the invader. When I came into the lounge again and sat down with a glass of vino, I spotted the blighter! The fig-sized alien (to me!) was suspended under the arem of the chair. I swear he was camoflaged with the wood colour. Imagine if I´d sat there and put my hand on the arm? Urrrgh, I´m even goosey at the though now, as I type.
I rattled the chair until the bug-ger fell off and then I stamped on him. I swept him out the patio door to the balcony. He would provide a very good meal for a blackbird the next day, I was sure. (He did too!)
Now, one would think, being here on my own, that I wouldn´t hope to attract too much attention, yeah? WRONG!
First night, I couldn´t sleep, so at abot 3AM I went on to my balcony to cool down and look at the moon...and the dead roach. I carefully closed the glass doors behind me. Didn´t want any other creepy things entering. About 20 mins later a gentle breeze picked up. I was a little chilly so I went to go inside. Ah yes. Self locking doors, and I was on the WRONG side of them!
There was only a small bar on site and this had been closed since abot 1.30. Oh sh*t!! In my best Rapunzel voice, I called out, "hello? Anyone about? Hello?".
I was beging to resign myself to a night on the tiled balcony. Not quite the "night on the tiles" I´d imagined. I called out again and the bar owner and wife appeared. She, thankfully had keys and confirmed my room number. Ah, relief! I would soon be back in the warm and my embarrasment would soon be forgotten. She appeared again shortly and asked me had I left my key in the door? Yep, of course I bl**dy had! Didn´t want any mad axeman coming in while I was asleep. (roll-eyes)
Her Spanish husband was shouting at me, asking me WHY had I shut the doors anyway, while Iwas outside. I shouted back, that he wasn´t being very helpful. They both dissappeared again and I was left wondering if I was to stay outside until daylight, but even then, what would happen? Next ting, he was beside me on the balcony having climbed up. He was armed with three screwdrivers. I wondered for a moment, if he intended to spear me with them in turn! He had to actually dismantle the doors to let me back in, muttering furiously in Spanish all the while.
I was mortified and any hopes of being quietly inconspicuous was a distant hope!
More to follow...