Waterworld Is Pants

Waterworld! Or Aquopolis. You guessed it. A water park. Cost a bomb to get in but the bus ride was free and we had a whale of a time. No pun intended. We didn’t get burnt surprisingly as these sort of parks tend to let the customers bake in the sun. This is the closest I could get to a FSF effort (I changed the image to one Mrs Tuttle took). Although the picture doesn't quite resemble a scene from Waterworld, it IS one of my least favourite films. Hence the subtle gesture in the background. Mad Max on water? Mmmmm. But then again Tuttle Jnr & I got sore necks after one rough ride as the lifeguard forgot to tell us to keep our chins down (we went on it again, different lifeguard!). Mad Max indeed. Ordered a paella dish for lunch which turned out to be rather nice indeed. Towards the end we had to put up with listening to an English Mum kicking off at a Spanish Mum for something her daughter did to the English mum’s daughter in the pool. The Spanish Mum tried best to calm things down despite the fact she didn’t speak nor understand a word of English. The English Mum kept going mental, then her other half (with England tattooed across his back) said “This is bloody embarrassing. Let’s go…..”  Then we took the free bus back to the apartment…… via MacDonald’s of course. Two Lattes and a McFlurry this time round. A quick stop at Cosum for pizza.

Yum.