Friday, 2 October, 2015

Today after breakfast, down in the bowels again, we get on the bus and travel to the seaside town of Cadiz.

Our first stop is at the large Cadiz market where we will buy supplies for a Frank meal extravaganza to be cooked tomorrow.

BTW: that was Suze in the previous photo taking a shot of these red prawns.

Frank bought some naughty Chicharones which are deep fried Pork Skin bits.

We leave the market and stop at one of the many crowded bars nearby for coffee.

We leave the market area and take a longish walk to one of Frank’s favourite Tapas Bars, Casa Manteca – arguably the oldest tapas bar in Cadiz and a
MUST stop for vino and tapas.

After this we are to have a big lunch at a multi Michelin Star restaurant in Cadiz so what do we need to eat here here?

It really was a delightful Tapas Bar and it was a shame we could not spend more time there.

We then walk to meet the bus. There is a bit of a delay as Cadiz does not allow buses in the centre and there is a lot of traffic around the outside.

We get on the bus and travel over the new, famous Cadiz Bridge to our restaurant.

We drive to an industrial area full of old factories. One of these factories is our restaurant destination.

Obviously the restaurant had a complete refit of the old factory and was very modern and up market inside.

We were seated at four different tables, a large one and three smaller ones.

We asked the restaurant for the menu of all that we were about to had. The following is what we were provided with at the end of the meal.

So off I go here with these many courses.

The courses were quite impressive in appearance and craftsmanship. The wine was good and the service impeccable. I was certainly glad of the experience but I think Julie summed it up after we left – “I am looking forward to some real food!”.

On the way out we took photos of the girls.

At the end of the tour we asked the hypothetical about which of the Spanish towns we visited would we like most to live in. Many of us, myself included, voted for Cadiz. Any way, we get on the bus and head back to our Hotel for the last night in Vejer. Most of us do not feel like any more activities and certainly no more food. However, we eventually made the mistake again of joining Frank at the bar. Eventually most of the group joined us as well. The travails up and down the stairs were made worse by having to go all the way to the bottom and then to the top to go to the Loo.

Not too late a night, thankfully as we are on the road again tomorrow.