The Ex-Pats English and others

...Not all the observations come from within the bar. Regular ex-pats also pass the bar without calling in. Whether we know them personally or from knowing of them elsewhere, seems at times irrelevant, because those who don't know them are prone to making up their life stories based on previous rumours they have heard.

The highly tanned beautifully dressed dark haired lady who walks in the direction of end of the bay at some time prior to my arrival at the Marina sober, is transformed into a still beautifully dressed, but somewhat inebriated lady slightly staggering, stopping occasionally to reassess her bearings, talking to herself in the meantime and looking back to see if her Englishmen hating German partner is following obediently. He is there but just as unsteady with newspaper crushed under his left armpit, walking slowly but meaningfully in Hercule Poirot-type strides. Dropping his head as he exhales and raising his head as he inhales. Having noted his presence she sets off again in the direction of the next watering hole, which is the least popular Chinese restaurant in the bay.

When they attain their goal, they find their terrace seat order their drinks and establish a bolthole for the remainder of the afternoon. The German reading a well read German newspaper and the smartly dressed lady holding court with anyone who listens, attempting to speak in Spanish, but even she realises that slurred Spanglish is not understood by ex-pats and Spanish alike, so settles for communicating in English speaking loudly. and randomly...