Dave and Polish Pete looking for monkeys
In a cafe at the bus station on my way to Tarifa in Southern Spain. It is the last day of my holiday. I am staying in Polish Pete`s flat in Gibraltar. I am glad I made the trip to Spain and Gib and It hasn't cost me too much money and I have had a good laugh most days. I broke my sunglasses on my first day.It was the fault of the flies buzzing around my head. I have been walking around a lot and swam in the sea most days. It was cold but It gets the blood flowing. My left foot is sore again and I will have to get it seen to when I get back to London. I am listening to some eighties music on my iPod, feeling OK with life. but also a little sad. I would like to meet a pretty Spanish girl, or any girl to that matter. The girls P. and I met last night in Gib were good fun and it made me think back to some fun times in Spain before my dad died and I became ill. I liked the younger girl Lorena and so did Peter but he would not admit the fact. He keeps his cards