Waiting

Travel, like life, involves lots of waiting around. The final part of my journey included waiting at Malaga aeropuerte for a lift which didn't arrive - my host had an unfortunate accident with a quantity of vodka which meant he took to his bed round about the time the pilot was telling us that we were crossing the Bay of Biscay. Undaunted I dropped my stuff at the hotel at 1 AM and went for a stroll.

Purely by chance I bumped into someone I've not seen in more than 30 years so we had a few beers.

Now coffee and a stroll with my camera before the birthday party commences. I'll not mention the weather....

Vaya con leche!