Watching the build-up to the (disastrous)
return-match between Spain and Holland last night, I caught a glimpse
of a couple of Spanish fans with mortar-style hats on which were
perched a pair of monkeys. So, what was all that about? Surely not
another reference to the colour of the skin of some of the Dutch
players.
You certainly see all sorts on the Camino - from
the ebullient souls who are your best friend no sooner than you've
exchanged greetings to the shy types who can just about raise a smile
and a Hello the third morning you bump into them. And then there are
those doing it on a donkey cart. Or just a donkey.
And, if you stay in hostels adjacent to truck
parks, you'll surely see some of Spain's numerous Clubes. Or
Pub, as the one in Alesón grandiosely called itself.
Talking to the owner of restaurant near to Belorado today, she
laughed at the idea the nearby Club was closed because it was
midday. "No," she said. "The girls all got old and it
closed down."
Which reminds me . . . Having ignored it for eons,
the Spanish government has now decided to bring prostitution into the
tax net - along with smuggling and drug-dealing. God know how they're
going to do this but it'll be interesting to watch.
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