We went to the mercadillo after breakfast this morning and bought loads of ripe fruit, more than was really sensible. It's difficult to resist impulse buying when ready to eat fruit is so cheap strawberries, cherries, plums, mangoes. We ended up separating out over-ripe strawberries and plums, and stewing them together into a delicious tasting mix which will do us a few meals. We also bought two different kinds of olives, unpackaged - one kind stuffed with garlic cloves, the other a gigantic variety, very flavoursome.
It was another hot day, so it was quite an effort to get going after lunch and a siesta, but we did drive to Maro and then went to the beach, after parking the car half a mile above on the approach road, so that Clare could have a swim. It's a lovely secluded place with its own chirunguito beach bar, but it's very popular and there were scores of cars lining the side of the approach road, and I noticed, very few of them had foreign registration plates. School holidays have already started here, and beaches all over the place have lots of Spanish children with their parents. Foreign family holiday-makers are already here but the numbers have yet to build up and make every Costa del Sol beach amazingly crowded.
Maro beach hosts a sea canoe hire business, which allows visitors to explore the rocky coastline, with due care and attention. I was amazed at one point during our stay to see a man riding what looked like a bicycle over the waters, in and among the canoes, with a ski to steer by in front and some kind of propulsion and flotation unit completely submerged behind him, no supporting pontoons on each side. Both speedy and impressive. A one off racing adaptation, or what I wonder?
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