WRINKLY REPORT ON HOLIDAY TO
ISLA CANELA
12th MAY 2005 TO 19th MAY 2005

The Wrinkly party set off for Manchester Airport in three separate Tyson taxi loads at 12 noon on a very sunny day but cool.

The captain informed us the journey would take approx. 2hours 20 mins so we settled down to enjoy the trip. The meal on board was acceptable but I was not overly impressed. Time passed quite quickly and we were soon landing at Faro airport.

  The first evening was spent in the nearby hotel bar which was comfortable but pricey. We would have to get our “bar blood hound” Brian on the trail of a local bar for the rest of the stay.

 The first lazy day started around the pool on the sun beds.  At first it was a bit overcast then the sun arrived and it became much hotter. This lasted about 15 minutes but it seemed to be the start of a pattern of sun and showers setting in for the rest of the day. Eventually though we gave up the, now sodden, sun beds and returned to the bar for drinks.  After this short repose a group of us decided to set off to walk along the promenade.  The walkway was beautifully laid and we saw plenty of new hotels and apartment complexes. After a while though, still recovering from yesterday, we gave up and turned back. I must add that a few hardy members carried on heading for the Marina .

On our way out we had spotted a small bar just across the promenade. It was called Ja’s Bar and Restaurant so we called in for a drink. It transpired through conversation with the waiter that it was a Liverpool couple who owned the bar and Manageress, Jackie, was also from Liverpool . This was to prove an excellent venue over the following week. Jackie especially, and assisted by waiter/nephew David, couldn’t do enough to please and entered into the spirit of Wesham Wrinklys. Ah well, the weather changed again and we ended up inside the bar chatting to the staff.

This evening was to be our first “official” evening meal which was to set the tone for the rest of the week. After which we had all decided to return to JA’s bar for the evening. We decided to sit outside on the sea terrace and re-arrange the tables to suit our party.

Monday The trip to Seville. The weather today was overcast and the forecast wasn’t giving out much hope of anything else except sun and showers. Still, it was a chance to see a beautiful city so we were all still in good spirits.  John had arranged a coach to take us there. It was going to cost us €15 each plus €13 for a city tour bus as against €51 on the offical tour – well done Boss Wrinkly, you pulled off another great deal. We thought we were getting the non-English speaking driver from the race day but, fortunately for us we had a German, lady driver, named Gabby who spoke really good English.  She dropped us off in the city with the understanding to pick us up at 4 p.m. (Remember Barcelona John????) This time though we had her mobile phone number – just in case!!

The first thing most of us did was to take an hour’s bus tour round the city.  It covered quite a lot but you would have to spend a lot longer than we did to explore the city thoroughly. During the trip we passed the World Expo Exhibition site of 1992 and were saddened to see how it had been left to deteriorate. If they had just kept it serviceable it would have been more acceptable. During the trip the rain started but it wasn’t until near the end. Open top buses and rain don’t mix!! The streets were lined with ‘Jac-o-Lander’ trees (I think I’ve spelt that correctly but, if I haven’t I know someone who will). They looked very elegant. As we left the bus, we rushed to find a small bar or café to have a drink and a bite to eat hoping for the rain to pass. 

After lunch the sun had come out again and so party set off to walk round and explore the city. Dorothy was in our party and had been admiring Spanish aprons which looked like Flamenco dresses. As it was her birthday on the Wednesday, Pam and I decided to buy her one. First we had to make sure Dorothy was not around so Janet kept a watch for us. We’re a sneaky lot when we have to be!

The next day most of the morning was spent sunbathing for the last time and it really was a hot one. We lunched at Ja’s Bar for the last time. Time passed quickly and we were back at the side of the pool for the last top-up tan and putting the world to rights with conversation. Janet wasn’t feeling too good at this point and thought she had a chill from going in the pool too much. Peter couldn’t resist taking a photo of her in an outside jacket in the hot sun. I am pleased to say she is very much better now.

Bye for now and thanks Wrinklys for your company and a lovely holiday.

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