The buboils and the fishes

We awoke late to a bright and sunny morning to find everyone else had gone off to a fish market in Barbate. We decided to chill after our busy day yesterday. But I was having a little problem. If you recall our California trip, Vicky was troubled with a giant buboil. This time it was my turn. Although not too pussy two insect bites had turned bad, all swollen, hot and misshapen. One on my arm and one on my leg. Ian took me down to a pharmacy where I purchased some antibiotic cream, which I lathered on liberally throughout the day. I wasn't feeling myself so forgot to photo them. Indeed I did nothing but laze all day. I also forgot to photo the lovely fish barbecue Andrew prepared in the evening, with mackerel, dorado, and shrimps, plus delicious salads. Sorry!!

I retired to bed in the hopes that I would feel better tomorrow, while Ian's mum dragged everyone else down the pub. Then onto the beach at 1am, where they got soaked by a giant wave