Sand, sand, everywhere, and not a drop to drink
We both liked the dunes so much, we decided it was a good idea to bring as much of it back to the hotel as we could carry. That meant filling our shoes, pockets, bags and ears. It also meant we should liberally apply sun tan lotion so we could get as much stuck to our skin as we possibly could too.
Yesterday we went into the glitz and glamour of playa de inglais. A resorty type area with a lot of great clubs and bars like “Rooney’s”, and “Beckhams Bar”. It also had a fantastic shopping centre that boasted landmarks from all over the world, Prague, London, Paris. I’m not sure if they were actually stolen and imported, or if they were cheap plastic imitation. But I was impressed.
“It reallly is a just pile of shit, isn’t it?” says Ali.
Shop hustlers outside each shop “what do you like to buy? Camera for 80 euros?” Yeah, because while browsing for something nice for the folks back home, I really want a new camera. I think they need to start smaller for the casual shopper crowd. Playa de Inglais DID have an internet café though, which meant we could print out our booking voucher and ensure our stay at Parque Luz. At last 
Oblivious to the world, I sat down at the computer while Ali noticed all of the topless men pictures all around the walls. I think we found the world’s only gay Internet Café. Or maybe not, maybe there are loads of them. And there’s a need for more shops and services like it.
We also found a pub that proudly advertised that they aired all of the British soaps, Eastenders, Coronation Street, Emmerdale. I imagined a large group of obsessives all trundling down there every evening, with their copy of Heat magazine following along.
All of the glamour was a bit much for our fragile little minds to be honest. So we ended up back at the dunes. I discovered that while we were sitting on top of the dunes, if I were to push the sand away from below where Ali was sitting, she would move slowly down the dunes. Ali didn’t fnd discovering her shorts full of sand quite as funny as I did, but it was all in aid of science. So it was okay After reading this out to her, she claims that it was more annoying she found it in her knickers. I don’t know what she’s complaining about.
So I went for a wander across the dunes, wanting to get to a point where all I could see were dunes. It was ace. The rain from the night before had created lots of nice sand plateau’s, and I quite rarely came across any other people. People had found dark stones and written charming messages like L (heart) G. Which sadly looked a lot more like LOG, and made me chuckle. I wanted to write a big message saying HELP! but after finding 4 dark stones, I ran out of patience.
We were both covered in sand by the time I rejoined Ali, and the wind had picked up a bit sending nice stinging sand all over us. Ali had some fantastic sand stubble by the time we found our way out of the dunes. So we emptied our shoes and headed back to the apartments.
