Wednesday 29 June 2016

Marbs again ...

Another trip to Marbella, pronounced Marbaya by the Spanish, nicknamed Marbs by the local Brit paper ... great conversation along the way with Susie, heading for more acupuncture ... esoteric stuff on spiritual topics ... she is opening up with some fascinating information, now she realises the breadth of my capacity for delusion ... my metaphor is that it is like walking a precipice ( which I did once ... the knife edge path on the Crib Goch route up Snowdon) ... on one side lies all delusion, on the other the deepest Truth ... the only way to see it is to risk it ... and the view is fantastic ...

While Susie has the pin cushion treatment, I'm off round the block ... along the promenade ... observing the holiday makers from the tower blocks behind, toasting their skin, while very dark skinned young men wander up and down, selling handbags ... in the sea a combination of too many people, inadequate sewerage systems and incoming tide present an unattractive prospect for bathers ... no blue flags around to claim clean water, though there are a few further down the coast ... perhaps they might introduce  brown flags where the fecal count is so extreme ...

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