SILH (6) Lets Build a Bar!

“Remember when you were young, you shone like the sun.”                                                      Shine on You Crazy Diamond – Pink Floyd – 1975

Music was a predominant part of our trip and the ‘Floyd’ got an enormous amount of play, but back to the storyline. Javea was becoming a bit of a holiday, the fishing was scarce, the Master and John were enjoying hobnobbing with local dignitaries and Maggots and I were running a little wild. It was around this time I discovered that Maggots’ real name was Mudguts (some family name given to him as a tot because he ate mud) of course when pronounced by an Australian it sounded like maggots. The fishing was still thin on the ground and we discovered that some years ago it was popular to throw dynamite into the sea and then just scoop up the dead fish, a process known as Blast Fishing, which may have had an affect on the wildlife environment.

We were considering moving on when Laurie and Ronnie informed us that they needed to convert the storeroom of the Cave Bar into a small restaurant preserving the cave theme throughout. The Master was an electrician amongst many other things and John had been a building inspector back in Oz, so with two willing labourers a deal was done and we started work the next day. I don’t know if you have ever built a Cave theme restaurant, but the materials are slightly different to standard buildings. This involved a lot of chicken wire, paper mache and plaster. If you fancy having a go there’s a rather good blog link below:                                                                                       http://jo-motion.blogspot.com.cy/2012/03/cave.html

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We created the shape of the Cave walls and ceiling with the chicken wire, inserting electric cables and light fittings accordingly I really hope none of you are Health and Safety Inspectors 😲, but it was a long time ago. We covered the whole thing in paper mache and plaster then it was painted. The back wall seats were created with concrete, which was the labourers job and if you lifted the first cushion on the left as you entered you would see inscribed in said concrete, ‘Mudguts and Lucky Legs 1976.’ The ‘fortunate’ legs were mine. I wasn’t always the Adonis you see today and my legs were quite skinny, John gave me the nickname ‘Lucky Legs’ meaning lucky they didn’t break 😀. We were paid for our labours, given a flat to stay in and had all our meals cooked by our employers, this was a good deal. Except Mudguts and I had our wages withheld, yes we were still on the naughty step and not to be trusted with money, kinda true really. One day we were sent for groceries, a safe enough task you would think. The problem arose because the weather had been inclement and so the local fishermen, who had become our very good friends were in the bar and not on the ocean. This bar was between the grocery shop and our abode. Mudguts and I could see no harm in a game of Spoof.

It involves placing three coins behind your back. Everyone stands in a circle and then produces a closed fist into the circle with a choice of one, two or three coins hidden from view. Everyone then takes a turn in guessing how many coins there are in total. If you guess correctly you are out and the last man standing buys the drinks. We we’re very good at this game and several hours later emerged extremely intoxicated with revolution in the air, this was Spain after all. To start our revolution we thought that it would be an excellent idea to lie down in the road and bring the traffic to a halt. We were escorted home by the Guardia Seville.                                                                                   If there’s a worse place than the naughty step we were on it. Although Franco had gone, Spain at that time was still very much authoritarian and we were warned what consequences we may suffer if arrested. But of course we knew better, at eighteen you have that immortal persona and we explained to our elders, if we ever arrested we would demand to see the British Consulate. Later in the trip I was to discover this wasn’t an option offered by Spanish police in 1976. We managed to keep out of trouble long enough to finish the Cave and with more money in the pot the Master announced it was time to head for Cadiz and the ferry to Gran Canaria. We bade farewell to our friends in Javea and the two vans headed south. 🙂

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About charliecountryboy

Carpenter and Carpentry Lecturer. Writer, 5k and 10k runner, musician. Curious about life and all those wonderful people in it.
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7 Responses to SILH (6) Lets Build a Bar!

  1. Looks like I have a bit of catching up to do. Interesting tale. 🙂

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  2. “Mudguts” brings a smile to my face…reminds me of my nickname in school….”Sledhead”

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  3. WOW! Now that is really cool!! I would love to visit!

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  4. marisselee says:

    Bringing traffic to a halt is surely an awesome idea of a good time and cap it with no less than guardia civil to escort you home…I say, it is one story that you will be telling to your great, great grandkids lol

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