Went out on the scooter following directions given us last night by a lovely Hungarian couple, in search of a wildlife park they’d stumbled across, which sounded wonderful. Closed by the pandemic, it all looked very forlorn and tired, apparently, but a lovely man appeared out of nowhere, welcomed them in, and gave them a tour, with pumas, monkeys, and all sorts of exotica.
Anyway, we managed to find a place that met the description, but it was totally shuttered and looked like it hadn’t seen a visitor in many a year, so we got back on the bike and tried a couple more turnings – and turnings off the turnings. Eventually, on a dirt track road in the middle of nowhere (we’ve been here before), while Virle peered at google, a young woman came along the track towards us. “Hello,” she said cheerfully, “Can I help you?” We explained the situation, and she said she’d seen us coming round a little earlier and, seeing our return, thought here’s a couple of gormless foreigners who maybe could use some help. So she’d come out of her home to try to help us out.
She guided us toward what turned out to be a much more established and touristy park, but seeing the coaches groaning in the enormous car park, and the streams of grockles, and the BIBs, and finding nothing from google apart from tour after tour, we decided to cut our losses and head for the beach.
And an excellent decision it turned out to be! Not really much to say about it – just the same lovely beach, a few more visitors than yesterday (it is after all the weekend), but far from being in any way crowded. We found ourselves some dappled shade under the trees, and chilled, and read, and gamboled in the waves, and generally had a lovely if unremarkable day.
And I have a funny feeling we may find we have little option but to do it again. 🙂
