Eurotrip 3, 2015 – Day 28, The Chicken Saga…

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I did think about blog entries every other day as everything around here is 50% British and it doesn’t quite feel like the genuine European travels.

Anyhow, today is an exception. We have a chicken crisis. On Monday, we wanted a easy meal so we went up to the campsite bar which has signs plastered around “Chicken and Chips takeaway, 13 Euros”. So we sat down and ordered some drinks and then tried to order the said takeaway. With a big smirk on his face, the barman announced “We don’t have a chef on Mondays. No Chicken”. So, we then had to finish our drinks and fire up the BBQ. So much for an easy tea.

Today we wanted a speedy dinner because we have an early start to take the Train to Ronda tomorrow. Aha. Chicken and Chips. Again I persuaded Mo that we should have a drink or two whilst they were prepared. The beer arrived and with a smile on my face, I ask if the chef is working and can I order the chicken please. “Aha, no problem sir” grinned the same barman, “it will be ready in 2 hours – the chef has to cook it”.

Foiled again. Friday, whether we want Chicken and chips or not Mo is determined that it will be third time lucky.

I think otherwise.