The campsite was basic, a wonderful graveyard of ancient caravans that the locals used for their weekends/hols. A family run business headed by a lovely grandmother who, with a glint in her eyes, would ring her hands together every time you entered her domain for an over priced stale loaf of bread or out dated milk. Boo managed to get 1 euro out of her, after a shower she'd paid a Euro for lasted for only a minute, to carry on showering granny gave Boo a euro, which was never returned. Like a chess player she stalked that Euro at every given opportunity for the two weeks of our stay.
Boo had to go back home for a few days to celebrate Dave and Sylvia's 50th wedding anniversary (see special post) which left me at a loose end looking after the teardrop and all our other worldly possesions. To keep myself entertained I decided to try out some kite surfing. Boo thought it best to give me a few points in the do's and dont's of this new sport and in her gentle manner not only impressed my fellow kite surfers but the whole beach on the art of lilo kite surfing.
It took me a bit longer to get the hang of things but managed it in the end, but I might have to take up lilo kite surfing, its cheaper!
To sum up - Tellina was mixture of stale donuts, kites, reggae parties, Shylock grandmothers, jellyfish, picking tomatoes growing in the sand by the beach, thunderstorms, gypsy waltzing and Bari airport. Nice.
Mrs Dolan laughs in the face of danger!! Kitesurfing without protective headgear no less!! Although Boney reckons you're trying to dry your armpits!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Ollie, ollie, ollie on a lilo!!! XxXx
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