Croquet lit up by tiny candles flickering.
I don’t understand how my friends can use 5 litres of milk making White Russians – surely milk and liquor have no place together in the world.
Sean – explain.
We left for Zahara – one of the White Towns. the experienece was marred by the lack of anywhere to saty when we arrived…
In desperation we set of for Rhonda – still no campsite – we eventually found one for 15 euros – this being unacceptable we thought bugger this.
In desperation we persuaded some Dutch homesteaders to to let us sleep in their Cork Oak grove – we felt proud to be rough camping.