High Wire

Not the usual flight, nope. Mid-afternoon, so once we got here in the cute little hire car it was already quarter to ten.
We chucked the bags indoors and stepped out for a drink and plate of Nachos. Over to Andy’s Bar. With a name like that it sounds like some sort of ex-pat place but actually it’s a Spanish family owned and run place, unlike most of the others which are mysteriously Dutch owned. Drug money innit. Cartels. Cocaine. If this is my last post you know that I was right.