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For UK travelers going abroad, we recommend Tenerife, with feel of the UK yet all the sun of Tenerife. Read an extract below from More Ketchup than Salsa, the story of a English couple who left the UK to set up life in Tenerife. Info on how to buy the book can be found below.
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Below you will find short extracts from More ketchup than Salsa by Joe Cawley – not to be missed.
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There aren’t really seasons as such in Tenerife, merely different times of the year for different types of people. Summer, Christmas and most school holidays, were obviously the time for families and groups of young students. November to April was the time for the pensioners, or ‘fish brigade’ as we referred to them, due to their partiality for ‘a nice bit of fish’. Clickety-click was more or less the average age of our post-summer, pre-Christmas crowd. It was also their favourite pastime abroad. The bingo stalwarts arrived twenty minutes before we were due to start. After ordering tonic waters, cups of tea and for the more daring, halves of shandy, they all sat down expectantly, pens poised at the ready until business commenced. If the first card didn’t kick off exactly at the time stated on our ‘tonight’s entertainment’ blackboard at the top of the stairs, we knew the clucking would begin. It said ten o’clock. It’s ten past now.’ Bloody revolutions had started on the murmurings of less discontent. Six cards were the norm for the specialists and as Joy read out the numbers, the concentration was intense. Comments such as ‘Hang on, I’ve dropped me balls’, as number thirty-three bounced along the floor, were not appreciated.
Abbots Langley, Banstead, Barking, Barkingside, Beckenham, Belvedere, Bexley, Borehamwood, Brentford, Buckhurst Hill, Bushey, Bushey Heath, Camden, Carshalton, Caterham, Chigwell, Chislehurst, Chorleywood, City of London, Coulsdon, Cuffley, Dartford, Denham, Edgware, Egham, Elstree, Erith, Farningham, Feltham, Gravesend, Greenford, Greenhithe, Hackney, Hainault, Hammersmith and Fulham, Hampton, Harefield, Haringey, Hatch End, Hoddesdon, Isleworth, Islington, Kensington and Chelsea, Keston, Kings Langley, Kingsbury, Lambeth, Lewisham, Longfield, Loughton
David and Faith grew increasingly exhausted over the next 48 hours. Their eyes bore the red marks of too little sleep, too many tears. Faith had decided to leave despite David’s pleas for her not to go. She argued that she didn’t want to move to Tenerife in the first place, nor get married in circumstances that she felt had been forced on her. Now she found herself in a business partnership where she not only disliked the nature of the business, but also where she wasn’t treated as an equal partner. She was leaving Tenerife and David for good. The marriage was over. On the morning of her departure we didn’t open the bar until 6p.m. allowing David time to help Faith pack and take her to the airport. Joy and I didn’t see her before she went. Instead she wrote us a letter explaining her reasons for leaving and apologising if the decision left us in the lurch. It did, but the inconvenience was secondary to the rage I felt at her abandoning my brother. He came in to the bar at 7.30 and worked silently in the kitchen until the last order had been sent out. He left the bar with two bottles of red wine, to return to an empty apartment with his marriage in tatters. David’s bid for a golden opportunity had already cost him dearly. I wondered whether he contemplated following Faith back to save his marriage or if he felt more compelled to stay with the business. Time would tell. Surprise!’
Many holidaymakers used more of their luggage allowance on catering packs of bacon, frozen sausages, boxes of PG Tips and tins of baked beans than on summer clothes, guide books and sun tan lotion. This need for familiarity created the demand for British bars abroad, the same need that created the supply. What better way to satisfy the desire for familiarity with a need to earn a living? To own your own pub is a pipedream for many British men. To have that pub in a sunny climate just adds to the attraction. But the majority who fulfil that dream in a resort destination like Tenerife return home to the UK with their vision in tatters, having acquired a lighter pocket, an alcoholic addiction and, if they went with their partner, a severely strained relationship. In Las Américas, whole streets are dedicated to George and Dragons, Red Lions, White Horses and other British-themed pubs and they all compete for the same custom. Few have anything new to offer, most relying on the lure of David Jason, John Cleese and Jeremy Beadle reruns or pints of beer at five pesetas less than the bar next door.