Day 27 – 31st May 2009 – Sunday

The showers were freezing. The frogs were louder than the dogs all night and the neighbours have some very strange noises coming from their mobile home, like someone pretending to be a horse!!! I hope we haven’t installed ourselves amongst some weird swinging fetish community.
We have decided to spend tomorrow on the beach at Ajo and then move off somewhere early evening to eat and sleep, which meant we needed to fill the water barrel and charge the fridge etc before we left and here’s where I soooooooo wish I’d waited ten minutes before my cold shower, sounds like I missed a corker … Ant went to fill up the water container (it is in fact a large beer brewing barrel and so very heavy when full), our pitch is about 100 yards or so from the washing up area and although there is a long sloping hill to reach it, there is also a short and very steep bank. He could not see any suitable water taps that would normally be found in such a block, so he ended up filling from the sink into our jug and then pouring from the jug into the barrel, repeating for some time until the thing was nearly full (watched the whole time by one of our Spanish neighbours). Heaving the barrel into his arms he set off again back to the van, but decided for some unknown reason to use the grassy bank instead of the slope (?)…. And the inevitable happened. Apparently it was more a slip than a trip, but it prompted our helpful Spanish neighbour to get involved. He approached Ant pointing and explaining something in Spanish before guiding him to an outdoor water tap not more than 10 yards from our awning!!! LOL. As if that wasn’t bad enough, Ant then felt the need to demonstrate that he knew how to use the thing by turning it on and immediately off again (??). I have never seen Ant go red, but I imagine he was a lovely shade of crimson by the time he sank back into the shadows of our awning.
I returned from the shower and after hearing about the tap incident, I looked across to the bank and tried to picture the fall itself, but by the time I had stopped giggling hysterically, he refused to elaborate anymore on the details. He did admit only that he thought his bum did make contact with the ground before he sprung back up again without spilling a drop. Yeah yeah.