Fish pizza
[Editor’s note: this was Bob’s humorous response to our opt-in email newsletter which was about strange pizza toppings we’d encountered.] Spinach, cauliflower, carrot? My favourite type!…
[Editor’s note: this was Bob’s humorous response to our opt-in email newsletter which was about strange pizza toppings we’d encountered.] Spinach, cauliflower, carrot? My favourite type!…
“I don’t suppose I’m qualified to comment about timekeeping as I live in Spain, where the ‘maƱana’ syndrome (rather like the German beach towel) is not just a joke. It is a way of life and probably an inbred instinct.” Bob Fretwell ponders the Spanish pace of living…
“In El Burgo, Julie needed a hairdresser shortly after moving there…we couldn’t see one. A quick word with the local bar owner revealed there were seven! None of them had an outside sign as ‘if you don’t have a sign, you don’t need a licence’ – and didn’t pay local business tax.” Bob Fretwell discovers that shopping in the average Spanish village is still a very personal experience…
“It is different from the usual fiesta arrangements we have suffered (sorry, enjoyed) as they have yet another ‘tradition’… that of the water fight! No respect is given to dress, age, sex or infirmity. EVERY person gets wet (and I mean WET!).” Bob Fretwell throws himself into the celebrations at his new home town’s annual fiesta.
When we left the train [see Part 1], after three days in Mexicali we needed to find the bus station to get the bus to Tijuana.…
I love travelling by train. I think it is (normally) the most relaxed way to travel, and you can still meet and talk to people as…