The only downside is that it can be full of surfers. Luckily, surf was not up dudes [or dudettes] so it was unusually peaceful.
We had a lovely meal – well when I say we, I mean me. The TG and the waitress had a slight misunderstanding and her meal wasn’t exactly what she ordered. Apparently ostrich fritters are quite nice, but not necessarily for a light lunch. Luckily Lo, she is a terrible Goddess decided not to cause her usual whirlwind of destruction and righteousness in deference to peace and harmony for my birthday.
After we had eaten I asked two of the other diners [I’ll call them Hansel and Gretel, I didn’t get their real names] if they would like their photographs taken with me to celebrate my birthday. For some strange reason, they seemed to find me very amusing. I had been assured many years ago that Germans do not have a sense of humour and, quite frankly, I was a little puzzled by the laughter.
Standing behind the TG when she took this photo, was the Portugeezer chef, who had a far more suitable expression on his face for the solemn occasion that was the celebration of my birthday.
When we left I tried to take the anchor with me as a souvenir. The owner of the restaurant started shouting at me quite loudly. He probably assumed I was deaf. I decided to leave the anchor behind in the end having realised the difficulties that it might present getting it through customs.
