Ibiza - "All Manner of Culture"

This morning we 'did' Eivissa's Dalt Vila/Old Town. Again...go early, parking is hell otherwise. Blue lines on the roads mean you can park anytime (2 euros/2 hours). Don't go near the yellow markings; you'll get towed.

We hiked up to the Castle and Cathedral where views are spectacular. I didn't notice the smell from rubbish thrown over the walls...told you this was the best sense to lose! Maps are a help but we were told to 'wander and get lost'. So, do turn into alleyways, up steps that seem to lead nowhere and through tunnels. But don't panic, this isn't Venice! There are information signs here and there - spin them round to find your language (took us a while to work that one out!).

Back at the hotel we hit the pool for a touch of panic-tanning surrounded by Tupperwarers...by now brazil nut coloured, and...oh joy...Thong Man is back in a miniscule yellow number!

Early evening finds us back in Eivissa (use an offical carpark at night as two hours street parking won't be long enough) and participating in the cultural activity of...shopping. In between the tat there are some good shops, especially round the pretty square of Placa des Parc, where bars are numerous, children play and dogs sniff...all very Spanish.

Sit anywhere as dark starts to fall and you'll see it all; guys in full glitter suits with platforms akin to stilts, eyelashes that defy gravity, boobs with tassels, tans with no white-bits and, best of all...a transvestite dressed as a Virgin stewardess!

p.s. do you think Thong Man's worn a different colour every day and we've missed it?