At the Oasis

A day of some huge thunderstorms and downpours so I did a bit of diy - well, attempted to - the tubular door latch is a bit 'viejo' as I pointed out to the helpful assistant after I'd taken it to the only ironmongers in town. Not the only thing, helpfully chipped in the SK. They didn't have one the right size anyway. Lordy, this blip journal is some memoir.
In the evening we motored through flooded roads up to S'Horta to a cool little place on the square beneath the church tower. So much here is aimed at the lowest common denominator, understandably enough - endless chicken and chips, pizza, pastas, and all in the same impersonal touristy way, that you have to go further afield to find people setting up something a bit more individualistic and creative, and not any more expensive. And they didn't scrimp on the rum in the carajillo either.