Luton

Kissing his bird.

At the end of a difficult day we flopped down at El Kiosko. I am obviously too old for walking more like climbing on La Palma!

Our friend, who shall be called "Luton" because he visits Luton every year for the Bulldog Show, gave us bananas for power and served us ice-cold beer.

Then we watched his cabaret; first singing, then canoodling with the cockatoo.
Then we watched two cyclists doing their exercises before departing [Ouch!]

We finally had the potencia to get back in the car and drive to the villa where Roo collapsed into bed and Sam and I jumped in the pool.