Saturday, 27 February 2010

Ibiza Trees

It's amazing what you notice when your peripheral vision is uncluttered with other stimuli as mine was today in a pea-souper fog.

I captured some images of some indigenous trees of Ibiza
Number 1 The Olive Tree

Number 2 The Hose Tree

Number 3 The Plastic Bag Tree

Number 4 The Palm Tree

Thursday, 25 February 2010

Nun's Knees

During one of my physio sessions at the new old people's home in Ibiza I was told that I have two 'nun's knees' - that's Housemaid's Knee in English. Using my new housemaid powers only yesterday, I spotted that there were one or two cat hairs on the living room carpet. It was only on closer inspection that I remembered we don't have a carpet in the living room.

Tuesday, 23 February 2010

Noted in Ibiza

Have you ever noticed that when people are selling 'unwanted gifts' on Ebay, they're always Mulberry Bags, Paul Smith Shoes, Zegna linen jackets or something else that you would die to receive and the only unwanted gifts you have are platignum ball point pens from that Christmas when you received 8 ball point pens? What's that all about.

An unwanted Mulberry bag

Friday, 12 February 2010

Ibiza - Palma

I love reading hotel reviews. Especially the ones where people moan about something that is stated as plain as daylight when the hotel is booked.

I booked the UR Portofino in Palma suburb, Ciudad Jardin, last week for a short break in March


Somebody was moaning that the area it was in was very Spanish, which must have come as a bit of a shock when they stepped out of Palma de Mallorca airport and turned left. Some pillock was complaining his room wasn't ready when he arrived at 10 am even though it's clearly stated on the booking form that you can't check in until 3 pm.

Having said that, I got a bit of a surprise myself when I discovered the hotel on a 'Gay Hotels in Palma' website, I'll just have to take my Hazell Dean records along with me.

BTW if anybody's reading this who's checking in the day I check out, I'll quite happily haul myself out of bed and the room at 7am so it can be ready for your arrival at 10!

Thursday, 11 February 2010

Granny takes a Sip

We've got the matriarch of all the street cats living in our garden at the moment. The old girl's called granny and she must have had at least 4 litters of kittens over the years we've known her in the street. Now she's been neutered and is having quite a charmed life on our porch, chasing leaves in the wind, playing with toy mice and bopping the grandkids on the head if they take too many liberties. Here's an unusual thing I noticed about her the other day and have since been on a 72 hour 'granny watch' to capture it on film - she drinks by dipping her paw into the water bowl and then sipping the water from it. Bit like that Arthur in that advert.
video

Saturday, 6 February 2010

On the Buses

We really do things in a big way here in Ibiza. Here's a snap of San Jose's multi-modal transport interchange, or the bus stop as it is sometimes referred to.


My sister, waiting there for the bus to San Antonio, fell into conversation with another English couple who complained that the bloke in the ticket office didn't seem to know anything on the subject of buses. Our Kris explained that the kiosk was, in fact, where people bought their lottery tickets for ONCE, the charity for blind people.

Having said that, if you do go to a real bus ticket office, especially the one in Ibiza town, they too will know sweet FA about bus tickets, times or other related bus information. 

Monday, 1 February 2010

Silence in Ibiza

No, they haven't banned drills, buzz saws or angle grinders, that still continues 24 hours a day on a rota basis.............it's another dog's tale.

Old Floyd is one of the 10% of Dalmatians born stone deaf. He can't hear a thing but has developed his other faculties to compensate - he can see a pin drop from a couple of metres, for example.

I communicate with him by making like a windmill when we're out on a walk while he uses all his powers of concentration to take in the sights and smells around him.

Here he is carefully checking out evidence suggesting that he may not be alone on Cala Conta beach. Clever isn't he?