through steeply wooded surroundings,
following the route once taken by Hannibal and his elephants.
Away from the homogenous hotels, the golf seminars and the Easyjet-setters.
Ascending through dense swathes of cork and pine and evergreen eucalyptus.
Upwards towards the scent of fig and orange and Piri-Piri chicken.
The Four Tops on the hire-car stereo. Diana Ross & The Supremes.
The Isley Brothers, The Marvelettes and blind little Stevie Wonder.
I have my swimmers in the trunk. I have my factor-35.
I have Jimmy Ruffin and The Four Tops.
I have Jnr Walker & The All Stars singing
'How Sweet It Is To Be Loved By You' from 1966.
I have the promise of cocktails and a view to die for.
Cabana Dos Rouxinois
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