Apart from enjoy the
sun on our backs and have a walk round the two port cities, we've
done nothing very remarkable in the last couple of days.
Santa Cruz, Tenerife,
is a fairly ordinary sort of place – highlight of our walk through
the town was a marching Samba band and accompanying group of
feathered dancing girls. We called into a municipal building to view
their model nativity scene, a large display of animated model figures
in Canarian costume, doing local crafts and activities, with the holy
stable at the centre – bet you didn't know that Jesus was born in
the Canaries did you?
Las Palmas, Gran
Canaria, was hot and heaving...
The 'Speedo' beach had thousands of sun worshippers in varying states of undress. It's a great place for people-watching, so we ordered a beer and sheltered from the heat for a while. Returned to the ship mid-afternoon and spent the rest of the day on the balcony reading.
I don't know if Dave's
going to blog about the gigolos this time, so I won't say too much,
apart from that we spent half an hour watching them last night and
couldn't restrain the giggles. The headline act last night was a
young man who played various musical instruments, sang a few songs
(Oh No, Not The Rat Pack AGAIN!!!) and did a bit of tap dancing. He
was OK.
We're now back at sea
and homeward bound, though have two more ports of call to enjoy. The
seas are fine at the moment but the sky is grey and cloudy... Dave's
out on the balcony dressed in Berghaus and woolly hat – no more
sunbathing on this cruise.
Love to you all
Janet
p.s. Wore my blue Hobbs
dress last night and I think the humidity must have shrunk it – it
felt ridiculously tight!
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