bit of a cock up. 1st August 2016

Cock up number 1 came on the night before our flight.

Jaki had packed her New Super Duper Suitcase for the tenth time and decided she was satisfied with the contents. So, armed with the instruction manual she decided to set the lock combination to a secret number that only she would know (159 as it turned out).

With a stiff ‘Snap’ she engaged the lock and her contents were now safe from prying eyes.

Always practical she tried to open it to ensure it was working and hey Presto, it wouldn’t open.

There then followed a frantic half an hour of cursing and cussing and a re-reading of the manual before she was forced to call on Georgia for assistance.
George craftily worked on the combination like a fully paid up safe cracker and within minutes had the lock open.

Apparently she’d set it to 153 and not 159. Its an easy mistake to make when your sat in half light without yer glasses!

Cock up number 2 was to assume that because its now August and were going to Spain, it will be warm, so i didn’t pack a jumper.

Mehmet our Taxi driver’s at an age where he has hot flushes, so he drove all the way to the airport with the window open, even though it was five in the morning.

Then luckily, we were the first people to get on the bus from the terminal to the plane so we sat there with all the doors open for about 10 minutes.

Once on the plane (first on again) we found we were seats 1A and 1B, the first row of seats inside the aircraft. Lots of leg room but right by the open door. We were delayed taking off as there was a problem loading the baggage, so the door stayed open for ages.

By now Hyperthermia was starting to set in big time.

I resorted to wrapping the in flight magazine around my legs to stop the draft whilst Jaki forced herself into a small part of her seat that benefitted from the sunlight coming through the window. We stayed like that for the duration of the flight.

Apparently Easy Jet don’t provide blankets.

Cock up number 3 was to make eye contact with a lady sat next to me on the shuttle bus. Nice though she was she smelt badly of Fag Smoke and, having hooked me, she wasn’t going to let me go without listening to her full life story. No need for a paperback yet then.

She is apparently staying in Spain with her family for a month in a nice resort thats ‘Full of English’ with lots of ‘clubs and entertainment’. Sounds great!

Being at the front of the plane isn’t as good as it may seem.

True we have an uninterrupted view of the Stewardesses heating up the bacon rolls in their little oven and we have first dibs on the front toilet (its almost en suite) but in return we do have to put up with a certain amount of inconvenience.

The queue for the toilet starts right in front of me and so far three people have stepped on my foot.

By far the worst element though is the Smell. It’s a bit strong when the door opens!

We were also so close up that I could see the safety pin holding the seam together on a stewardess’s dress.  Nice hair-do by the way.

Murcia Airport is a nice little place and the Car Hire desk was right next to the baggage carousel so while Jaki reclaimed the bag I collected our car keys.

They did try to sell us additional comprehensive Insurance at 17 Euros a day but we had been advised by Argus car Hire, that we didn’t need this, so i declined.

They also charged 74 Euro for a tank of petrol which is some engineering fete to get that amount of petrol into a Fiat 500 without flooding the footwell.

The car though looked really nice (and cute) with no obvious damage and we were soon on our way out of the airport, on the road to Murcia and then on the toll road to Vera. The Journey took about an hour and a half tops though we did see the after math of two collisions and witnessed a further collision, first hand.

We’re staying at number 54 Cloud 9 in Mojacar playa which is in a nice spot about 150 Metres up the hill side from the beach.

On the face of it that seemed fine but we went down to the beach for lunch, then bought some tea bags and a bottle of water before making the ascent back up the hill, in the heat.

Thats when it hurt. By the time we got back we were exhausted and ready for a Siesta so, trunks on, we went out onto the Balcony which is a good size and has a great view but there were two more issues.

First, the cushions on the sun beds were in an awful condition, very dirty and they smelt real bad.

Second.

A Spanish family on the balcony below us had entered themselves in a shouting competition the rules of which seemed to consist of them all speaking at once and who ever shouts the loudest wins. You have to admire their stamina cause they kept this up for hours.

I’d forgotten just how the Spanish like to talk.

The apartment has two beds, two baths, Two balconies and a reasonable living area but it not the cleanest place I’ve stayed in and it’s turning out to be a bit of a White Elephant.
The pillow cases will need changing before my little head will lay on them.

Some , well most, of the light fittings are hanging out of the ceiling, one ceiling fan works, the safe won’t , there are tiles hanging off in the lounge and the keys stick in the front door. But hey, whose counting.

There’s also a horrible brown stain on the head board of one of the twin beds (which I guess is usually the kids room) that will need to come off.Theres a washing machine so i’ll put a load in when the water comes back on.

Blimey, I feel like Gordon Ramsey.

NB: We’ve had the guys from Exclusive Holiday Villas here to try and sort out the water problem but they just muttered some thing about ‘Mojacar’ and how they ‘very often do work without telling anybody’ but they didn’t really seem to know why we’ve got no water. So we’ve been up to the pool for a shower which gets us through the current predicament but we’ve now used the water in the cistern so no way we can flush the toilets? Bit of a crisis in the morning?

We showered at the pool before going out to the Supermarket for supplies. (There is nothing here, its like a wasteland, not any sugar, salt, pepper oil or vinegar, we had to buy it all). On return we had an email from the agents telling us the water had been cut off because the owner hadn’t paid the bill. the Agents have now paid it in full but water wont be on until some time tomorrow.

Makes the morning constitutional interesting?

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