Lanzarote 2015 - Day 4 - Sweaty Nights and Loud Bangs

After a sweaty night which had nothing to do with bedroom gymnastics, time had come to be a little more forceful with reception re the broken air-con. Full marks to them as they played a calming card in the form of Candy, a porn name admittedly but very friendly and spoke good English. Apparently the air-con in 3035 could not be fixed and therefore they were locating an alternative room of the same layout - should take about an hour. OK. Let's hope it is not too far from our existing room as, already explained, we had 57kg of packing to transfer! Our room is top floor just to the left of the big palm in the middle of the pic.

True to form, Candy had come up trumps. Our new room, 3034, was right next door. Middle of the pic behind large palm. Let operation "switch room" begin. Did we pack away all our clothes? No. We found that the bedside tables and drawers were on wheels, we merely swapped them. It must have looked like we were robbing the room especially when I came out grasping the contents of our safe in my hands!

After all this activity, I decided it was time to go out on manoeuvres, my name for getting out of the hotel for a walk, exploring the local area and maybe sneaking in a couple of cold ones at the odd bar. My original plan was to locate a hotel and restaurant that friends had been to before and recommended. I did walk virtually the entire length of the resort and found that, as per my first impressions, it was full of pubs, restaurants and tacky souvenir shops aimed squarely at the Brit abroad. Some strange sand/rock art.

Our friends hotel located. Or at least I thought I had until later in the day they confessed to me that this wasn't the one, as a villa there costs £10k a week. Their actual hotel was further around the bay. Too hot to explore any further.

Time to head back. Lots of little establishments along the way and it was very hot. A cold pint of Fosters was acquired at a very reasonable £1.70. Stanwick please take note. Menu was good value. The only time I have ever eaten a Pukka pie is when abroad, never at home bizzarely.

Still could not find our friends suggested Italian that serves tagliatelle with mushrooms and strips of steak. So back to the hotel. Naturally this was also hot work. Opposite is the Bulldog Bar, a den of eniquity, football shirts, karaoke and cold Fosters. The bar manned by Alan, straight out of Benidorm (the TV programme) with his broad Geordie accent, hacking cough and convivial welcome. Picture below sums it up.

Laters!

BREAKING NEWS - it is now 3am in the morning and the air-con in our new room has exploded, or at least the noises sounded like it. Needless to say nothing but warm air. Oh well at least I get to see the lovely Candy again in the morning.

Definitely laters!

 

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Lanzarote 2015 - Day 3 - The World's Most Expensive Aftersun

Breakfast as normal then onwards to sunbeds. In between was a visit back to the room to collect trunks, bikinis, books, sun lotion etc etc. The room was unusually warm, the maid had been in but the air-con was still running. On closer inspection, which involved sticking my hand into the air outlet, nothing but warm air could be found. At this point I must explain that on our arrival on Thursday I had to go back to reception with a snagging list from what was a brand new room - several bulbs not working, TV's (yes we have two) not tuned and an air-conditioning unit making some very strange noises. Much apologies were given, notes taken on the computer screen and a message sent to maintanence. Nothing happened on Friday, so I had to go back and reiterate my complaints. The excellent upside to this was the application of "all inclusive" to our room number in the hope that we would not kick up too much more fuss - RESULT! Downside - no action re air-con noises. More of this ongoing story tomorrow.

A wander into the Pub/Curry House/Chinese hell centre in search of lunch brought us into a new restaurant for the season, Mercado Diecisiete, serving traditional fish dishes - right up our street with prices sufficient to keep the burger eating, €1.50 pint drinking brigade firmly away, albeit two restaurants down the road but far enough away not to be heard! Dishes of Octopus on sweet potato and Mussels Marinara duly ordered and eaten.

So back to the sunbeds suitably refreshed and in Mrs CT's case full of a very nice Spainish Pink - that's a wine by the way and nothing rude. Sleep soon became us. Stupid really because the sun was just as strong as yesterday and the wind deceptive as always. On returning to the room Mrs CT declared that she had got burnt somewhere sensitive - oh God please don't make me look at it. As it turn out it was her eyelids phew! Not wearing sunglasses in the fear of getting panda eyes, she had fallen asleep on her back in the full sun. "We will have to go out an buy some special eyelid cream" she said. Does such stuff exist? I asked myself. Apparently it does. There is a very nice cosmetics shop just up the road selling perfumes, colognes and creams. The assistant produced the smallest tub of "special eyelid cream" from Decleor or somewhere. And when I say small the diameter of a 50p piece and a cm deep. My pocket, at that point, became £20 lighter. 20 ffffing quid. They must have seen us coming!

Back to our now super heated room, windows thrown open along with the curtains in an attempt to get some sleep. Not happy :( At least lunch was good although you couldn't tell from the face I am pulling in the pic below).

Laters!

 

 

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