Napping on the dock of the bay

I was up and out early this morning and managed to catch the tail end of the fishing boats coming into port and delivering their catch to the fish processing centre in San Antonio. It’s a sight and a smell to behold! And something that has happened for years and years and years. My grandfather used to have his first coffee of the day at a now long-defunct bar called the pescartores, watching exactly the same thing!

Anyway, the early start meant I was tired out, so I stopped for a nap on the promenade – I think I’ve rather got into the chillaxing-relaxing vibe of Ibiza!