18th June - Too good to be true

The first thing we discovered after our long siesta was that things are usually too good to be true and Richard and Greg’s toilet had stopped working again.  Fortunately, it was no longer seriously blocked and so not a major (or too messy) task to remove the toilet pump and replace the valves.  A surprising repair given that the pump was new this year and one wonders how the valves had been damaged….

Greg and his "shopper"

Richard then headed off for some more bird watching and Greg, Emma and I borrowed the marina’s bicycles and explored Motril’s beachfront looking for lunch.  It was a motely set of bikes, Greg and I both had ancient ladies shoppers and Emma a mountain bike with a saddle that descended at random intervals.  However, we did find a very pleasant beach bar with some nice tapas.


Beach bar for lunch

It was then another early night as the next day we would be leaving before two in the morning for the long journey to La Linea (the Spanish border town with Gibraltar).


The perfect spot for an early morning departure

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