Leaving the beach I deliberately went via the big rock and after climbing all over it I gave help to a young mum getting her child-in-buggy up the steps to Caleta where she was staying; apart from that being my good deed of the day it also addressed my nosiness having never been that close to said hotel before. It must be said that the views from the terrace were lovely but I didn’t dwell past a few seconds because I didn’t want the mum to feel uncomfortable. Would I stay at Caleta Palace? Of course. In fact I’d stay anywhere on the Rock including the monkey den if it meant me getting a week or two here. Accommodation (to me) is where I sleep, it’s not really where I spend the holiday and so I don’t mind where I end up. Having said that (and just diversifying for a second) our 2017 trip is currently being planned and thought is being given to things like wheelchair access as one of our group now needs that.
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(Caleta steps)

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(Catalan Selfie)

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After coming back down the Caleta steps I found myself going back up another set of steps to get to the terrace housing all of the eateries which I think numbered four or five. I don’t much remember the names of the places but the first one I came across looked a bit ‘Junky food’ and so didn’t stop to investigate. That’s that green one behind me in my Catalan-Selfie. Several more eateries and ice cream parlours looked really nice and so I decided that the group should come up and just choose which one they wanted to eat at. 

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(Buddha)

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Having made that decision I spotted the steps up between the little houses leading to the top road, duly became distracted and began my ascent. It wasn’t long before I was virtually outside people’s front doors which (not unlike when I slipped into Trafalgar House) felt a bit wrong on too many levels and so I continued going up until I got to the road outside the Main entrance to Caleta. If it hadn’t been that the group wanted lunch now I would have gone walkabout to Sandy Bay but (being the kind and thoughtful person I am) I decided to return the way I had come.

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(Carol and Joe scrutinising menus)

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(Finally agreed to eat in the restaurant with the blue canopy)

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I still don’t know the name of the place we had lunch but it wasn’t until after Carol, Sheila and Joe had scrutinised the menus of all of the eateries before they finally settled on the lovely restaurant with the blue canopy which – (as well as passing their stiff culinary audition) – also had a certain magic about it having statues of Buddha all about the place. Hopefully my photos will help readers identify the place because I whole heartedly recommend it. Bizarrely I did opt for a junky sounding meal but when it came it was beautifully presented and down right gorgeous; I suppose you could say it was a posh burger with fat chips? Yep, I can do a posh burger with fat chips.

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(Posh burger with fat chips although don’t know what that green stuff is)

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