I’d have gained more nutrition from eating the napkin.
Yeah, imagine that, only with the addition of 800 barely-sucked Murray Mints scattered about. Anyway, what treasures did Guadalest have clutched to her busom? We ambled around the streets, buying trinkets from little shops, cooing at the pretty houses and desperately pleased that we had arrived before the Saga-louts, who were but a distant mumbling on the horizon.
We had more chance of getting on the Mayflower than we did this bus. Quite a lot, actually, although you wouldn’t spend the summer there. First on the tour was Museo de Microminiaturas, a charming wee museum which gave you the opportunity to gaze in wonder down a microscope lens at some stunning vista depicted on a grain of rice.
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Right – no farting about because it’s a long entry tonight!
A quick nose on Tripadvisor for places reachable by bus (we couldn’t hire a car because guess who had left the documents at home?
) turned up Guadalest, a pretty village about forty minutes away.
So, if you can’t be arsed to read, just click here and it’ll whizz you straight to the recipe. click here for part one | click here for part two | click here for part three | click here for part four | click here for part five | click here for part six I can’t quite believe we’re on part seven – I’m sorry if you’re not a fan of the holiday entries.
When Paul first suggested Benidorm I thought the only thing I’d get from it was a urine infection and fleas, but clearly I had a much better holiday than I first expected!
Even now my Guadalest fridge magnet smells of onions and disappointment. A trip around the castle followed, then more bric-a-brac shopping (shown above) (I’m sorry, I really am, but if you’re wondering which lout rearranged the lovely letter-tiles you use to make up your house name into ‘El Homo’, it was I) and then onto the final museum – the Museo de Saleros y Pimenteros.