LOS DOS HERMANOS GORDOS DO EL NORTE: DAY EIGHT – HAPPINESS IS A WARM LIVER

I had the mother of all hangovers the next day, unfortunate as I had to be up at 7am to head to the airport. Robin got an extra hour lay in as his plane to Malaga was not until later and he, unlike me does not have to be at the airport ridiculously early.



So while Robin headed off to warmer climes, I head back by cattle truck (I mean Iberia Airlines) to London and the welcoming arms of a special someone at the airport. The first person in my life to meet me who was not carrying a taxi firm sign with my name on it. 



I suspect both Robin and I were both very sanguine about the way our holiday ended.



SM
13th September 2005

The Epilogue



A few hours later I was sitting down to some more seafood in the 30C heat of the Costa del Sol. But that, as they say, is another story.