Saturday, 11 June 2016

Monday, 6 June 2016

After the shenanigans of the night before we were all a little jaded and sitting around in the Sun all day probably would not do us any good. A walk into Mahon was suggested because it was only 15 minutes - yeah right. So down the wooden steps at the end of our road we went.

This brought us into the pretty little harbour of Calas Fonts where we had those very early beers on day 1. Following the coast around and past the only big hotel here, Barcelo Hamilton, the sun was taking its toll. When the ladies discovered, that in reality, it was probably at least another 40 minute walk to the capital's shopping centre, the task was cancelled and instead changed into a search for hats of the sun variety. This was not going to prove to be easy as it was after all a Sunday and only 10:00. Learning from our first day eagerness, soft drinks all round were ordered at the same bar.

No this is not two different views of Mrs Cas but an unfortunate coincidence of "the same dress" in the same bar. According to people in the know this has been caused by a very popular pattern this season from Next. The hat shops were now open and our choices could be made. Needless to say that in my instance the choice was not mine but Mrs CT's. Mr Cas wanted to be a pirate and got his way.

You can see my hat another time. So back to the villa via yet more supermarket shopping but only for lunch provisions as we had chosen to go out tonight for cocktails and tapas.

3 x Long Island Ice Teas and 3 x Cosmopolitans later we sat down at our reserved table for seafood all round.

Fried anchovies, prawns in garlic & chilli oil, fried cod, cuttlefish, mussels served 2 different ways and of course chips was the order. Wine naturally.

After all that we were tired and attempted to walk it all off. For some this was just too much and bed time beckoned.

We did get side tracked on the way home by Ice Creams, Nescafé Frappe and, a new taste sensation, Pomade Slushies. Some of you may remember the classic Minorcan drink from my blog a few years ago. It will feature again in the next 10 days. So in summary a fairly quiet and well behaved day which nearly balances out the BBQ / squirty cream antics from yesterday.

Laters!

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Sunday, 5 June 2016

Menorca - Day 2 - Avin it Large

First real day of our holidays. Up bright and early, breakfast, of the healthy continental type, on one of our terraces and we are set for a day of doing nothing around the pool.

Men bored by 11:00 set out on manoeuvres with the excuse of finding the local fish shops and butchers for a BBQ that evening. As per usual we did not get very far before we were exhausted and needed refreshments. Our waiter from yesterday morning recognised us and noticed that as we were without women suggested we might like a "large beer" today. Agreed.

12 sausages added to the bag he even through in a couple of Sobradasas for free. Stop off at the supermarket from the day before for yet another trolley load and we were done. Nice onions Mr R

Back at the villa the ladies had already availed themselves of lunch, including a litre of homemade Sangria, leaving the hunters to gather a few scraps together including a decent sized punnet of pork snatching. At least Mrs CT brought us some well deserved refreshments. Oh dear this is heading towards carnage again.

So on we drifted merrily into late afternoon and the evening. Mr R had promised the ladies Mojitos so mixed up a large jug full which they polished off with ease. The party had started. A pre-food boogie on our second terrace.

The villa even has 2 BBQs, one charcoal and one gas. The 2 organic, corn fed chickens and the sausages were duly cremated.

An excellent meal washed down, in the men's case by a decent bottle of red. In the women's case 2 bottles of Cava and goodness knows what else. When the lovely chocolate pudding, chosen by Mr Cas, came out along with the squirty cream, all hell let lose. The men for a change were very well behaved. More than can be said for certain ladies. You make you own mind's up!

Laters!

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Location:Calle de la Tramuntana,es Castell,Spain

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Saturday, 4 June 2016

Menorca - Day 1 - Mayonnaise on the Cross Beam

It's 3am in a cold and wet Stanwick and the selected six set forth, destination Es Castell, Menorca via LTN. Uneventful drive to the airport but a very cold wait for the car park bus.
I fly quite regularly from this airport and have never seen it so busy. This is not helped by the £100m extension works that are going on at present. 30 minute queue for the bag drop only matched by the queue for security. Time to try out my recently purchased Mofily Yocam, more of this later in the week.

Just enough time remaining to buy a snack for the flight and get to the gate. No pre-flight beer as is usual on holiday. As it turns out later, this was probably not a bad thing. As we were first flight out, the plane from easyJet was already waiting. Flight time of 1:40 literally flew by. Into Mahon airport at 09:10. Bags first off, minibus located effortlessly and we were on our way to our accommodation by 09:35

Arrive Es Castell 09:50. Here lay our first challenge but one that we knew about beforehand. The Villa would not be ready for us until 14:30. So what are 6 UK holiday makers supposed to do early morning in a sunny fishing village? Drink beer of course! Even the lady folk joined in. First round ordered at 10:10. Oh dear this break is going to get messy even earlier than I though.

So 2 rounds later we went for a stroll. Ladies straight to the nearest shop that sold clothes, shoes and handbags, gents perusing the beautiful scenery whilst selecting the next refreshment stop (bar)

What pretty little place this is. Cala Fonts to give it its proper name. Small harbour surrounded by a collection of bars and restaurants. A cosy family run tapas bar was chosen for an early lunch. So early that the kitchen wasn't quite ready for us. Oh dear, another beer then and the first jug of Sangria.

Plates of anchovies, squid, mountain ham, houmus, whitebait and tomato bread followed. Of course with more beer. The phone then rang, it was Rusell our charming host and villa owner, to say that we could take up residence. A task that we wasted no time upon. Cases slung into bedrooms, after being chosen by lottery, swimwear selected and pool entered. Refreshing or what. I forgot to mention that on the way to the villa we found the local supermarket and stocked up on necessities for the next few days; beer, wine, Sangria, breakfast materials and salty snacks. So much in fact that we had to borrow the supermarket trolley to transport it.

Pictures of the villa and gardens will follow later in the week.
At 19:00 the menfolk were dispatched as hunter gatherers to seek out pizzas for dinner. Of course it took us ages and 2 bar stops to find the pizza place which was rather good and furnished us with a further beer whilst we waited.

Back at the villa the catch was devoured along with a cheeky little red that had been purchased earlier in the day. Now for those of you that have been paying attention during this blog you will have calculated that between the first beer on the plane at 06:30 and now, which is 22:00, quite a few drinks have been consumed by yours truly. This leads me nicely to the weird but accurate title of the blog. The photograph below also shows the detail.

As I leant down to retrieve the wandering Mayo sachet, I managed to clip my wine glass which erupted in a shower of cheap Roja all over, you guessed it, Mrs CT. It was actuall dripping of her eyelids and chin. The resulting tourettes driven words from my wife are too racy to be published but you can be assured that I am in the doghouse on day 1 of the holiday. As she left the room the scene was too much for Mrs R and even more so for Mrs Cas who started crying tears of laughter.
Laters, if I survive the night :(

Thursday, 2 June 2016

Summer Holiday 2016 - Day -1. The Horrors of Packing

Yes, that's right readers day minus 1 to our Summer Holidays - destination will be revealed in due course. It is 221 days since the Stanwick 6 booked this holiday and time has flown by. This time tomorrow we will be at our destination airport waiting for the luggage. Luggage that always appears to be cause of concern, frustration, and in the case (no pun intended) of myself and Mrs CT, arguments.

Mrs CT always tries to nick some of my allowance claiming that she never has enough. When I point out that 9 pairs of shoes is a tad excessive, I am accused of being unhelpful and trying to ruin the holiday. This is why, today, I am on a "business trip" and have left all of the packing to her. Of course I picked out my clothes that I wanted to take, as instructed, only to be told that my selection was not appropriate!

Mrs C on the other hand has been concerned for the past 3 months or so as to how she was going to get the kitchen sink in as she always does when departing for destinations abroad.

Mrs R, bizarrely, has been more interested in the state of Mr R's smalls. Heh, each to his or her own.

I am sure we will arrive in one piece, with far too many clothes (shoes and handbags etc) than we will need. I have a feeling that the next 2 weeks are going to be much fun and could get very messy!

Laters

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