Christmas with a view of the Wickerman
After almost two months on the road and no desire to spend money on anything that we didn't actually need (How uncommercial we've become), we decided that what we actually did need was a Christmas mini break. Four days in a semi-decent hotel (Not quite what I'm used to, but I was spoilt with my job) with a balcony and view over the beach to watch the sunsets. We also scored a room with a two plate cooker and minibar - although that was empty on arrival it didn't take us long to fill it with Christmas cheer.
The setting was La Serena and the beach was long and sandy, as opposed to pebbly. For the next four days we chilled out, a little bit of shopping (no matter how uncommercial we'd become, Mike needed a new wash bag and some board shorts, and I needed a pair of swimming goggles) just for something little to open on Christmas morning. A little bit of sight seeing, La Serena is a rather pleasent colonial town. And we also unpacked the frisbee for the first time, so some excercise. The afternoons were spent on the balcony with nibblies and pisco sours trying to take photos of a weird statue across the bay. If any of you have seen the British cult movie, The Wickerman, with the sun setting behind the statue, you were transported to the final scene on Summer Isle. Check Mike's photos for what I mean although it was far from being as creepy.
Amongst all this we also squeezed in a whole lot of eating and drinking as is required at this time of year.
And of course the bikes got a bit of a rest and an attempt at some maintenance.
Ahh, all very pleasant and enjoyable indeed.
The setting was La Serena and the beach was long and sandy, as opposed to pebbly. For the next four days we chilled out, a little bit of shopping (no matter how uncommercial we'd become, Mike needed a new wash bag and some board shorts, and I needed a pair of swimming goggles) just for something little to open on Christmas morning. A little bit of sight seeing, La Serena is a rather pleasent colonial town. And we also unpacked the frisbee for the first time, so some excercise. The afternoons were spent on the balcony with nibblies and pisco sours trying to take photos of a weird statue across the bay. If any of you have seen the British cult movie, The Wickerman, with the sun setting behind the statue, you were transported to the final scene on Summer Isle. Check Mike's photos for what I mean although it was far from being as creepy.
Amongst all this we also squeezed in a whole lot of eating and drinking as is required at this time of year.
And of course the bikes got a bit of a rest and an attempt at some maintenance.
Ahh, all very pleasant and enjoyable indeed.
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