During my stroll down town, I was tempted to buy some of the cheap vodka that seemed to be outside a lot of stalls, but on closer inspection I am very glad I didn’t: it was a cloudy yellowy colour and looked more like pee. Maybe it was just coloured water to lure you into the shop.
Nope: as I moved down the street, I kept seeing these ‘vodka stalls’ and it was only when turned back and took a photo of one that had a sign above it saying ‘Petrol’ that I realised what they were.
Hmm. Isn’t that a bit dangerous to have petrol in glass bottles in the sweltering sun? I didn’t hang about long enough to find out and, as by this time the sun is hot again and I am really uncomfortable, I head back to the hotel. I ask if I can have a lounger made up for me with an umbrella so I can sit and watch the sea for the last hour or so before heading back to the airport and home again.
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