Menorca 2012 Day 12 - The Road to Nowhere, Socks & Intestinal Gas

Well our second Sunday arrives. So what do we usually do on a Sunday morning? (keep it clean please Mrs Beeney, I am referring to 9am and not 8am). We go on a 5 mile walk of course. As the weather has cooled slightly we decided that we would partake. So off we set on the road to nowhere across the cliff tops without maps or any real knowledge of destination.

The walking was certainly a little tougher than we are used to around Stanwick Lakes. The inclines were rocky and steep and the declines, which are tougher on the legs, the same. The scenery however was spectacular.

After 50 mins of walking and finding nothing but trees, fantastic views and the odd fellow weary traveller, we decided to head back. The estimate was that we had travelled at least 5km and including the ups and downs this would convert quite happily into 5 miles.

So back to the hotel for relaxation in the lovely spa area and onwards into siesta land. An evenings entertainment was planned. As usual I was first down to the bar (whilst Mrs CT was applying all those potions and ointments that you ladies swear by) and was met by one of those peculiar British traditions of the over 60's - sandals and long socks. Please, if anyone ever sees me doing this you have permission to shoot!

The poster for that night's entertainment also intrigued me. Flamenco or just a young lady lighting her own f@rts? (yes, so from the blog title you thought I was going to talk about my own bottom fuelled misdemeanours - no chance!).

The 3 ladies that did eventually appear we're nothing like the photograph. I demanded my money back :)

Menorca 2012 Day 5 - Walking, Strippers and Fire

Sunday mornings are usually reserved for a brisk 5 mile walk around our local lakes followed by a cup of tea, and sometimes breakfast, at the visitors centre.

Today we had breakfast, eggs, bacon, beans & toast, the usual Spanish fare but the furthest we walked was to the pool!

There are some lovely walks here but are not for the faint hearted. Check out the one below.

It is a walk to the next village. 9.6km which isn't too bad but at an estimated time of 7 hours probably one to leave to the mountain goats. Just the look of the stone stairs starting the route were enough to put me off.

The evening entertainment has been getting a little bizarre following on from James and his Blankets. Last night we had a rock band with fairly good musicians in particular the lead guitar......but......every now and then they would be joined by a fire wielding lunatic girl dressed loosely as a stripper. Setting ropes on fire and then waving them above your head and the audience is just random.

The only connection I could find was the title of the evening, Fire and Ice. Where the ice got to, heaven knows. The band perhaps? No they were the Blue Jays........

.......and here is another act, a couple of brothers from Cuba who to be fair had good rythem on the sax and bongos. They too were joined by what appeared to be another lady of the night. Old enough to be their mother (but probably just the filling in the menage a trois sandwich) she had a skirt so short you were regularly introduced to her white knickers and could clearly read the label. Great pair of legs though!

First shopping expedition tomorrow albeit a small one. Just into the village to a great little shop selling Lacoste, branded perfumes and some nice leather goods. They have a 50% Rebejas at the moment......ladies I am sure you don't need to look up what that translates as.

Beautiful Morning at Stanwick Lakes

Walk Around Stanwick Lakes 1st May 2011

A Walk around Walberswick

Making sure we don't lose anyone