The morning was mostly taken over by the fact that it rained heavily in the night, and the ceiling of the apartment was leaking in a moderately alarming way. We emailed Manuel, and he got Paula to look in on the damage, but we all agreed that there was little that could be done about it on a Saturday.
It took us a while to decide what to do this morning, as we still had the car for another day. After debating over breakfast, we decided to take the car back, as we'd seen all that we were likely to see by car. We got fuel at the fuel station across the road, carefully got a receipt as requested, and drove into the underground car park.
Upon arriving at the Avis office, we found that it was closed. So we dropped the key in the box (but not the fuel receipt), went back down to the car, took photos, and wandered down to the restaurant strip in search of paella for lunch.
We were harassed by a number of spruiking restauranteurs, and gave in to one of them on the main beachside strip. It was a pretty ordinary looking place, but the paella was reasonable, and cheap. We ate way too much of it, and then had an ice cream at the nearby shop. We hung around the jetty for a while watching people feeding the absolutely crapload of small fish schooling below.
We'd decided to have a walk, and so we followed the coast around past Waikiki beach. Not too far along, I needed the toilet, and so we paid our friends at Atlantis another visit. We kept all the way around the coast to Parque Natural, and sat watching the kite surfers again. The sand was blasting us mercilessly, so we headed back to the apartment via the road. We stopped in a nice shopping centre in search of cash (but failed), and then stopped again at the Botanic Gardens. It was built as a largish mound, which we'd passed a number of times but never identified. We walked up around the spiral path, leaping puddles all the way, and took in the view of the area for the last time, in the dying golden rays.
Back at the apartment, we relaxed and drank some sangria. Then we cleaned the place as best we could, showered, got ready, and went out for our final meal at La Casita. It was cool, but we chose to sit outside again. The restaurant was almost deserted, which made no sense to me for a Saturday evening.
We ordered champagne sangria again (small this time), and I ordered oven-baked baby goat. The waiter couldn't recommend it highly enough, so I was looking forward to it lots. Christian ordered a steak.
The goat was spectacular. I felt quite bad about eating a very small animal, but I probably eat them frequently without realising. Christian was a bit disappointed with his steak. It was OK, but not sizzling and amazing. He had a dessert, but I didn't. We got our customary liqueur with the bill, said our final goodbyes, and headed back to the apartment for our last night.
It took us a while to decide what to do this morning, as we still had the car for another day. After debating over breakfast, we decided to take the car back, as we'd seen all that we were likely to see by car. We got fuel at the fuel station across the road, carefully got a receipt as requested, and drove into the underground car park.
Upon arriving at the Avis office, we found that it was closed. So we dropped the key in the box (but not the fuel receipt), went back down to the car, took photos, and wandered down to the restaurant strip in search of paella for lunch.
We were harassed by a number of spruiking restauranteurs, and gave in to one of them on the main beachside strip. It was a pretty ordinary looking place, but the paella was reasonable, and cheap. We ate way too much of it, and then had an ice cream at the nearby shop. We hung around the jetty for a while watching people feeding the absolutely crapload of small fish schooling below.
We'd decided to have a walk, and so we followed the coast around past Waikiki beach. Not too far along, I needed the toilet, and so we paid our friends at Atlantis another visit. We kept all the way around the coast to Parque Natural, and sat watching the kite surfers again. The sand was blasting us mercilessly, so we headed back to the apartment via the road. We stopped in a nice shopping centre in search of cash (but failed), and then stopped again at the Botanic Gardens. It was built as a largish mound, which we'd passed a number of times but never identified. We walked up around the spiral path, leaping puddles all the way, and took in the view of the area for the last time, in the dying golden rays.
Back at the apartment, we relaxed and drank some sangria. Then we cleaned the place as best we could, showered, got ready, and went out for our final meal at La Casita. It was cool, but we chose to sit outside again. The restaurant was almost deserted, which made no sense to me for a Saturday evening.
We ordered champagne sangria again (small this time), and I ordered oven-baked baby goat. The waiter couldn't recommend it highly enough, so I was looking forward to it lots. Christian ordered a steak.
The goat was spectacular. I felt quite bad about eating a very small animal, but I probably eat them frequently without realising. Christian was a bit disappointed with his steak. It was OK, but not sizzling and amazing. He had a dessert, but I didn't. We got our customary liqueur with the bill, said our final goodbyes, and headed back to the apartment for our last night.
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