Atlantic

Made it to the Atlantic. No more swims with dead fish, turtle flippers and other Mediterranean suprises. In fact no more swims as it's bloody freezing!

All the Horses in Spain

Jerez de la Frontera is a far cry from the peach concrete chaos of the Costa Del Sol. The Fuengirola branch of the Rover's Return doesn't serve snail juice. In Jerez you won't even find an English explanation of Hay Caracoles.

If you are mad enough to stay in an Andalucian ghetto suburb in May with a Spaniard who might or might not be called Miguel then you are in for a treat.

Feria del Caballo.

There are hundreds of dancing prancing horses, hundreds of thousands of glasses of sherry and millions and billions of flamenco ruffles.

It's dusty, smelly and hot. But it's one hell of a party.