Deja view

When the taxi took me into the dark streets behind the fishing port, I was a little concerned about the standard of the cheap hotel I had found on booking.com
In fact it was a wonderfully decorated old building that could have been a 1970's hippy hangout in Holland.
I went up to the rooftop in the evening and found this terrace. There was a counter but no bar which surprised me as they would have made a fortunefrom its location.
On my way to bed I was waylaid by a charming young Polish couple who insisted I join them for some Bacardi. How could I refuse. She was a gospel singer earning her living selling photovoltaic panels in a tiny, unpronounceable town in Poland and her friend Simon worked in Gloucester for Amazon. It was his 33rd birthday and they had gone to the roof expecting to find company to help celebrate, instead they found me and we had a jolly chat about life and philosophy at the postgraduate level as only a litre of duty-free rum can invoke.Weiterlesen