and cracking the whip at Germans
16.03.2014 - 16.03.2014 30 °C
Sunday night and we've used one of our vouchers to reserve a table for dinner at one of the a la carte restaurants. It's an excuse to dress more formerley so I choose the less raggy flip flops and Jo puts on a dress she didn't buy at the beach. We are handed a welcome drink upon arrival. I saw them put a good spirit measure in a wine glass then top it up with fizzy white wine. Every time you see them put a spirit in something you can bet your bottom Peso it's rum and this time was no exception - rum liquer and fizzy white wine - yuck! We're shown to our table and handed a proper wine list. They want 26 Pesos for a Chilean merlot or a Californian cabernet sauvignon. That's about £16, so average restaurant prices I guess. I can't find fault with the house red and order that, nothing to do with it being all inclusive, honest, it tastes alright. Now we notice a chap with his ipod/iphone/smartphone thingy hooked up to an amp/speaker jobby playing backing tracks that accompany his violin playing. He's very good as he alternates between Vivaldi's four seasons to Every breath she takes by the Police. He comes around the tables asking for requests. I think about challenging him with a heavy metal number but I don't know any so I ask for the theme from the Godfather film. Jo reminds me that Godfather II is about the Mafia in Cuba with the Americans at the time of the Cuban revolution and perhaps that wasn't the wisest request. After getting over my amazement that Jo would even know that piece of film trivia, I applaude with gusto his excellent version of the theme tune and the fact he hasn't been arrested for treason. Our meals are delicious and we depart thoroughly well overfed. Back in the main building the show is in full swing. There's a couple of magicians and a bloke cracking a bull whip. He proceeds to get various and German members of the audience to hold something at arms length that he then cracks his whip at and either breaks it in two or extinguishes it. Is it wicked to wish he might just cut it a bit too close, just once?