There is a promenade that runs from one end (our end) of Playa Blanca to the other end. Along the way we saw:
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| Freddy's cathouse although we didn't see Freddy; |
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| a community of inuksuks, presided over by a Big Head; |
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| (please tell me you - unlike Husband - can see the head) |
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| an opportunity to keep fit - but not for long; |
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| and no end of love locks. On the way back through the marina we stopped for ice cream. For me not Husband as he resolutely refused it. He foolishly thought he knew best the way to the ice cream shop. I had to remind me that when it comes to ice cream I have a built-in sensor. |
