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There has been a viking ship ride at every fair in Fuengirola for all the years we’ve lived here. I went on one in Brooklyn when I was around 12 and will never go on one again. Saturday, while I strolled the fairground with Tynan and Elena, I noticed a grand viking face and told them I had to get a photo in the perfect light. I then commented that I hadn’t seen the viking ship ride this year. Tynan aimed his eyes upward for me to follow. He thought it was odd I didn’t connect the viking head with the viking ship. Duh.
A few minutes later a caseta with a parasol ceiling caught our attention. We went inside, where it was even more fun, and had a drink. I snuck a photo of a young woman with a viking braid. I didn’t get many photos of traditional dress nor of the horses that were slowly arriving. When I got home, there were horses right across the street at the chiringuito. Still, I went for a long walk Sunday and ended up back at the fairgrounds late in the afternoon to find a lot more activity. The viking ship was in full swing. Except for the swinging vikings in the second photo below, these photos were taken Saturday.
Durante todos los años que vivimos aquí, en todas las ferias de Fuengirola ha habido un paseo en barco vikingo. Fui a uno en Brooklyn cuando tenía alrededor de 12 años y nunca volveré a hacerlo. El sábado, mientras paseaba por el recinto ferial con Tynan y Elena, noté una gran cara de vikingo y les dije que tenía que tomar una foto con la luz perfecta. Luego comenté que no había visto el paseo en barco vikingo este año. Tynan dirigió sus ojos hacia arriba para que yo lo siguiera. Pensó que era extraño que no conectara la cabeza vikinga con el barco vikingo. Duh.
A los pocos minutos nos llamó la atención una caseta con techo tipo sombrilla. Entramos dentro, donde fue aún más divertido, y tomamos una copa. Saqué una foto de una mujer joven con una trenza vikinga. No conseguí muchas fotos de trajes tradicionales ni de los caballos que poco a poco iban llegando. Cuando llegué a casa, había caballos justo enfrente del chiringuito. Aún así, salí a dar un largo paseo el domingo y terminé de regreso al recinto ferial a última hora de la tarde para encontrar mucha más actividad. El barco vikingo estaba en pleno apogeo. A excepción de los vikingos balanceándose en la segunda foto de abajo, estas fotos fueron tomadas el sábado.
• La última rosa del desierto que florece en el año, a menos que no lo sea.
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The horses are well trained, no exhaust on the sidewalk. I was looking for swinging vikings.
David:
I love that term for it: exhaust. Bu there was plenty of exhaust… and an exceptional team of people from the city very quickly cleaning things up.
Everything looks so colorful and fun! I love the horses, and the girl’s braid, and the desert rose.
Jennifer
Jennifer:
So much to see every time I visit.
Wow, that’s a very cool braid.
Judy C
Judy C:
I was in awe of that braid… If only I had hair.
So you’ve never ridden a Viking, is that what I’m getting?
Bob:
Well, I did ride that viking when I was 12. And San Geraldo is half viking.
What a great outing with your friends! Full of colour and sunshine!
That amazing Desert Rose……
Jim:
Will be hitting the fair at night this week. That’s always colorful. I’ll miss the desert rose flowers… but not for long I hope.
Now I know what a viking braid is! Elaborate!
Debra:
If only I had hair.
So much fun so close to home…we have to drive 30+ minutes for coffee and croissant!
Frank:
That was something that was very important to me when we were choosing where to live. The ability to walk to just about anything.
So much to see and do nearby … I’m jealous. You live in Paradise. BTW, why after one ride, at age 12, will you never go on a viking ride again. What about it was traumatizing?
Shirley:
When the ride would swing backwards, my stomach would swing forwards. I did NOT feel very well. And my 16-year-old greaser cousin who kept screaming “More.” The ride operator gave us a double ride. I thought I would die. And the song “My Baby Does The Hanky Panky” was playing the entire time. I loved that song. Now when I hear it, I think of that ride… and my cousin and her friend screeching along to the music.
I probably mentioned before, but we stayed once in Los Boliches at Feria time, and never found it! Just a few horses and some women in spotted flamenco dresses in , and that was it.
Little did we know it was just around the corner… Jx
Jon:
I do remember you saying that. I can understand not finding it if you don’t know what direction to look. And then suddenly there it is. It’s fun if too crowded and loud as the days and nights wear on.
I am just now catching up on blogs from my two week absence. I have read all of your posts. The verbal abuse one and the comment that people wrote really had an impact on me. It brought back some unpleasant memories. It is good to know that I wasn’t the only one who experienced this.
mcpersonalspace54:
I’m so glad most went smoothly during your wedding celebrations. Isn’t it amazing how difficult it can be to get rid of those voices in your head?
I think those voices will always be there.
mcpersonalspace54:
Sadly, I think you’re right. Although I can at least shut them up often now.
Same here.
The Board of Directors Here at Spo-reflections approves.
Urspo:
I thought they might.
That head looks bigger than the ride!
Kirk:
Which is why I missed the ride.
What a fun, colourful post today! Love the umbrellas and that viking boat ride — I’d be on it in a flash! The viking braid looks like a double fishtail without the usual teased-out hair. Wish I could have done that when I had very long hair many moons ago, LOL!
Tundra Bunny:
We all loved those umbrellas over the terrace. Wish I could have done that double fishtail when I had hair many moons ago. It was long enough.