Our last full day. I woke up with a sore throat and coughing. I didn’t feel at all well but it was our last full day and we planned to go to Funchal in the afternoon. After lunch Mal said I was mad if I still wanted to go as I felt ill. I told him I would be OK, it was our last afternoon. We caught the hotel bus in. We watched the dancers for a short while and that was truly all I could manage, we stopped for a drink which I didn’t finish and decided to get a “bolt” back to the hotel. Maybe I wasn’t so wise as I felt awful.
It did amuse me the old lady sitting with the dancers, just doing her embroidery! Maybe her dancing days are over.
The hotel had a BBQ in the evening which I couldn’t eat, felt sick and our last night was very quiet and short. We ended up a short game of cards on our balcony.