I'd been very excited to find I'd serendipitously booked an apartment a stone's throw from an open-air swimming-pool, and since it was a hot day, this seemed like the time to try it...until we checked the website and learned it was closed. We walked instead to another pool, where I paid and got changed, then tried to get from the (hot, crowded) indoor pool to the outdoor area, only to be told that they were separate and I couldn't. I found Howard enjoying a beer in the cafe, and with his help and that of the kind cafe assistant I got myself to the right place and paid again.
The outdoor pool was a very different experience, all concrete floors and wooden changing-huts. Nearby a sound system played 'Where Do You Go To, (My Lovely)?', and I felt like a good Communist sent for their annual healthgiving holiday.
I was ravenous by dinnertime. We branched out and, instead of going to the Indian restaurant next door, tried the Italian one two doors down. (We first investigated a building with a red lantern further up the street, but all it turned out to be offering was free entry and nice girls.) Perhaps in honour of the city's mascot, the restaurant had a small but real live crocodile in a tank.
Miles: 0 (a couple on foot and, in my case, swimming)
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