Madeira. Green. Tiny ants. Beautiful statues. My wife went in to the Jacuzzi alone
June 2, 2016 § Leave a comment
Madeira. Green. Tiny ants. Beautiful statues. My wife went in to the Jacuzzi alone, while I read on the sunbed. The man who we had glimpsed naked in the Turkish bath followed her in. After ten minutes or so she left to return to the Turkish bath and after a minute or so he followed. She left the Turkish bath to enter the steam room and after a moment or two he followed her. After failing to attract her attention he left. My life returned from the Jacuzzi with three other women for “a foursome”. On my first visit to Funchal I was struck by both the beautiful women and the beautiful statues. The women invariably black haired and always voluptuous body or chubby, the flesh of bottom and bosom always straining against tight material. I had never seen so many attractive women in their 30s and early 40s. The statues were everywhere and were always interesting. The conventional ones of famous people were beautiful, but there were as many original modernist ones. I finally found my Irish pub, and soon after three more in one street—though maybe two could be called English and one Irish. However, they were too far from the old town centre to be of much use to me as centres—unlike the great O’Reilly’s of Brussels, The Oscar Wilde or Kilkenny or Irish Pub in Berlin. I wanted to find a place I could really feel at home in, and perhaps regretted I did not go to the Pizarro Chopin recital this very evening. Madeira made a positive impression on me from the moment I touched down at the airport—a lush green airport, glistening from the recent rain shower.