Jones

Well, obviously the hilight of the day is this:

Captain Paul is a friend from the internet we’ve never actually met in person. Above he’s actually sitting in Jones. He ame down from (his camp site) on high to deliver a sacred artefact:

We exchanged the cactus sculpture for a cursed Morocco hat a fine beanie which will give him years of service. Just don’t go and watch Ireland in the hurling. Jane did washing and I tried to fix the broken step. Sadly I learnt a lot about Jones’ subsystems but not a lot about how to fix the step. We also didn’t manage to get round to buying a stool we could use as a replacement step.

Lunch was a “loose meat sandwich” halfway up the hill to the town centre. Defintely not as bad as it sounds although our enjoyment was somewhat limited by Flynn’s attempts to turn the cats hanging around the cafe into loose meat.

After the captain left we played a game of Mjinleif: a game I made by my very self. We accompanied the game with a few drinks before we “cooked” the tuna belly we’d bought in Carrefour. 

There were other internet personalities at play today. When we arrived at Camping Gran Canaria in Sidi Ifni the owner was very pleased to see me: “Oh, you’ve returned, welcome back. I said I was surprised he’d remembered us – after three years, in a different van. We’d staying here for about three days in 2023. 

Or, maybe other internet friends John and Jo were here in their Xtura and we were just put into a british cool van bucket. Still, it was nice whilst the illusion lasted.