El Cotillo Fiesta

Morning of Day Four and we awoke none the worse for wear.   Bait boxes at the ready we headed for the sea.   Starting to get the hang of the best areas to position ourselves now so apart from the dough ridden fingers I was thoroughly enjoying myself.  Two fish today, enough for the hunter/gatherer's lunch.   I think my ace photographer's catch was a bit of a foul.   His bait was surrounded with a feeding frenzy and he took a flyer.   Instead of sedately reeling in his catch he yanked his whole rod in the process nailing one in the arse.   I am told it does not matter how you do it but that was a little embarrassing; having your fish arrive inverted.

Temperatures back up to 38 degrees by yesterday lunchtime.   Whilst sitting on the rocks with a sea breeze and the water at your feet you do not feel the heat but as soon as you come away “dragging” your haul the air is baking.   A quick fillet job and a plate of salad sees lunch out of the way, now that's what you call a free lunch!

The best place to be at 17.00 is the beach, holiday makers having left for the day the locals tend to swim between 17.00 and 20.00.   Might as well get into the same habits, they seem to have everything else right.

Tonight's extravaganza began at 19.00 with a game of a football between Married and Single people followed on by the children's fashion show.   Last slot of the evening goes to the Dance till 05.00.   Watching the local teenagers doing the Salsa was fascinating.   They seem to be able to change partners and still look as if they have always been dancing with that person.   They must have been doing it since they were young children.   The natural rhythm in their movements was transfixing.   We made it to bed by 03.30.

This is Your Cotillo Correspondent signing off, slightly knackered and smelling of fish.