Having managed to get on an unscheduled ‘repatriation’ flight late Wednesday from Alicante I’m amazed how blasé a lot of local folks around my area are. Some pubs are now closing this weekend, but unlike where I was buying basic foodstuffs in Spain, I’m told that larger supermarkets aren’t limiting the number of people entering, or ensuring that everyone uses hand sanitizer on entry and wears latex gloves.
Lockdown meant lockdown. Dog walkers were only allowed out 100 metres with Fido from their apartment. If you had outside space, excluding balconies, you could not go out with the dog. The few people out, walking to buy food or take rubbish to the bins, were keeping 3m apart. Impossible in heavily populated areas, and the police, of which there seem to be far more in Spain, were stopping cars and pedestrians and asking where they were going. Bank visits were by appointment only. You couldn’t drive into the mountains and go walking. Even alone. Cycling has been banned unless to buy food..a few stupid Lycra clad tourists ignored the rule, were stopped, arrested and fined heavily. Like €3000.
We’re still playing at it here in the uk. At least living out in the sticks I can get out for a short walk in open countryside directly from my backdoor and keep my distance should I meet anyone. For the time being.
If lockdown gets anything like Spain it’s going to get real messy.
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