Quiet night here yesterday. Just hung out at the hotel bar and watched the sun go down.
Once the sun’s entertainment was completed, I took some time to observe my fellow patrons at the bar. Damn, I’m old but these guys looked ancient to me! Lots of old fucks in Barretto too of course but I think the oldsters stand out here because there is no infusion of young tourists. Having said that, it appeared they all were making the best of their golden years, enjoying camaraderie and laughs with each other. I was impressed that one guy with non-functioning legs rode into the bar on an electric scooter. Another guy looked like something out of The Walking Dead, barely able to stand, unsteady hands, and a gnarly and wrinkled body. Must have been well into his 80s and yet there he sat enjoying a beer and watching the ocean. You know, I want to live for as long as I can do the things I enjoy doing, There will come a time when maybe some good company and cold beer will be all I need. Hell, maybe that time has already come!
And I’m not blowing smoke!
Breakfast in the hotel as well this morning. I must say I was impressed with the enormity of the meal:
I guess I’m doing alright for an old guy. Think I’ll take a nap.
That’s pretty close to a “Full English” breakfast. You’ve apparently got the beans, which aren’t pictured, but you’re missing the “bubble and squeak” and some black pudding. Some curmudgeons might argue that your bacon is the wrong kind of bacon, but I’m not so discriminating.
It might be an old-people colony where you are, but everyone seems to be having a good time, and isn’t that all that matters?
Oh, and your Full English, to be a proper Full English, needs mushrooms!
Time to get rid of the dart board and install a shuffleboard. Peace Out!
Yeah, I agree. These guys around here seem to be content with their lot in life. Beats being stuck in some retirement home in the homeland, that’s for sure.
Good one, soju! You’ll be old someday too, whippersnapper!