After a lovely swim, I decide that I want to go to this shopping area called The Curve (where Ikea is) and check out the huge Tesco (that I could see from the One World Hotel I used to stay in) to get groceries etc. I'm also on the look out for a sun lounger - and I am sure it's the sort of thing a huge Tesco would stock.
What a shit hole.
I thought that the UK branches were bad – but the one here at The Curve is horrible. I was expecting something like a Tesco Extra in the UK, but no. The only way you could recognise it was a Tesco was a sparse selection of the Tesco Value range items. There was a good selection of local fruit and veg, but I was put off the fish and chicken as they were just in open bins, with everyone just putting their hands in and sloshing about in chicken / fish juice, grabbing what they needed: and it stank.
I felt like I needed a shower afterwards.
Taxi home, I need to chill for the day and Skype Kristian and Mike, which was great, if not a bit frustrating as the internet was really playing up and we keep getting cut off. On the funny side, though: as a result of the poor internet connection, Skype would buffer all the conversations that we were having and then once the connection was established, it would playback everything at incredibly high speed, so Mike would go from being really slow motion to sounding and looking like a hyperactive chipmunk. Very amusing
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