Back in Arenal we went on a cat hunt. At one point I was stood in some bushes behind the Hotel Bahamas with around 14 cats. Yes, I know how to holiday!
We did some exploring, searched the shops for Lion bars and wondered how we might fashion our own with a Sharpie pen and a squashed pastry.
There were so many empty hotels around the Hotel Torre Azul. Some looked abandoned, some looked like they could just be closed for the winter, and others looked like they might be made of cardboard and fall down at any moment.
We went inside the empty Hotel Alegria (above, front left) and had a look around. The owner invited us to do so after we smiled (grimaced) at her large dog as it strenuously pooed on the pavement.
Apparently this installation is a one-off… that’s a relief!
We must have walked miles, up an down the streets and back down to the harbour as the sun began to set on our last evening in Mallorca.
We ate a Paella dinner on the seafront, and Jane bought a football for her little boy. It had to be deflated for transportation, and Jane said I could wear it the next day, in the pool, as a swimming hat.
We laughed our way back to the hotel and fell straight to sleep.