Back home 2 Animal Edition

 So I've been back a week, and this is my obligatory animal post. Quite a lot of beasties for you today as he had a few great, stand out moments. We'll get block stuff out of the way as there was a lot of interesting things in our own back yard.

The block I stayed in bordered onto woodland and after the first week was over, fell in that the emergency stairs are quite literally the closest thing and could harbour some interesting life. This quickly became the late night gecko patrol as there was quite a few to see either running up the walls or over the ceilings of the landings. The biggest of the lot I called El Rey as he was the king of the geckos.

The west coast has a lot more lizards and geckos I seem to find than the east, I wonder if this is their stronghold on the island.  

El Rey The king of the geckos

The last day we didn't see any and found that among the usual Shield bugs and Vestal moths was a ginormous African Mantis. I haven't seen one since I first went to Cyprus over 15 years ago so of course I took film and pictures. 

Look at the size of this lass.

At the beach I didn't see much the first week as the sea was rough and it was a chore just to stand amongst the waves without being knocked down. But it calmed down a lot the second week and aside from overhearing talk about cheese in the sea from a Spanish group (apparently 400 grams is enough to make a good meal) the wildlife returned culminating with a Shag on the cliffs. 

Oh did I say that it was on the cliffs, more like on the rocks a good 4 meters away from where I was swimming along with an Audoin's gull. Decided to keep quiet and watch him sit there for a good 10 minutes before he headed off. Kind of wish I had a waterproof phone to take photos with. 

Finally and I still kick myself for not snapping this, we saw an oil beetle on the beach along with a few cats. They were near two Spanish lads who belatedly noticed it with a cry of Bicho, a good minute or two since I spotted it. Though will console myself with seeing a Swallowtail in Ibiza town for good measure and a Hummingbird Hawk Moth over the Plumbago on the road to the beach. 

I'll leave you with a good man ginger to watch over you and keep you company, before he goes off hunting for lizard. 

A good lad.

 

Back home.

 I know I'm a day late, but to be fair, this is the only day where I've not felt knackered. I'll give you a run down of what the place was like. If you've read anything its a very much a place that has a curated playlist, and a jokey modern style. We didn't have a proper basin in our room and our shower was the most advanced I've seen in a hotel (dual shower heads FTW). I could also do with going back a good 10 years later when the palms and trees have gotten their maximum height so you can see it at its best.

We have various small blocks with long halls, I was in block 4 and looked out over the circle pool, which was the quiet pool. It bought all the little kids around with parents and you could sit out and read without being bothered. They had a large pool for swimming in which was nice and did most of the blogs from to be honest. 

But to be fair the thing that struck me most about this holiday was defeat from victory. Everything I wanted to look at or had an interest in was a broad case of curb your enthusiasm. Case in point, my room was 444, triple bad luck, we had to keep asking our regular black cat for some good luck and to be fair I've seen some good stuff but that only applies to wildlife. Other stuff was definitely not good.

Oh and before you wonder about the TV, I never had it on much. So my abiding memories are dubbed American Pickers, a new Italian version of Kommisar Rex and a central Lechera Asturiana advert that turns a mishap with cream into a something much worse.

Pool blogging2

 So, decided to do this again. This basically a short post about nothing much, a few oh moments with various Huckleberry friends (i.e fucked) I've spotted.

First up is a woman brushing her teeth at the pool with an electric toothbrush. Shades of that Merzbow clip and a case of why.

My second is watching all the beach hawker Africans get off the morning bus and one white woman with a Straight outta Compton shirt. I guess N.W.A. now stands for N199a's with articles.

Pool blogging

 We are one of those people, who now live post stuff. Relax it's not going to be tedious, we'll give a few bits of info on our hotel and check out, as quite frankly this sounds like work.

So far the bad, we're in room 444, which if you read last week's post, isn't good. You have a view of one block and a small pool. 

On the plus side, we got good food so far with a decent amount of grub. Though the main parts of our dining area have caught jokeyitis, with a liberal amount of piss poor slogans and rip on the Lady and the Tramp pasta scene but with humans.

Our hotel manual is a QR code with a good run down of channels and a pitiful amount in English.

Oh and fair props to whoever is doing the music, so far I've heard Westchester lady, and the beat goes on and I come from a land down under. An ace selection if ever I heard it.

Edit. Pool selector let us down a few times but redeemed themselves with a latin version of Big Fun by Inner City.