AC Hotel Aravaca by Marriott
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Hi everyone, I decided to sleep in this morning. The sun is up really late, not until 9 am do I see any sun shine through the window. I had a nice breakfast at the hotel restaurant. I met these 2 nice traveller from San Diego and we had a nice chat for a while. It's interesting that they carry the same guide book Rick Steve's Spain as I do. My first stop this morning is the royal Palace. This is the former residence of the past Spanish kings and queens. it was built in 1738, it has ...
... our smiling faces as we flopped around. The camel owner took the photos as he lead us around. They kept telling us to raise our hands. Maybe it was a sign of bravery like at the top of the roller coaster. Yes, we raised our hands. The camels..... They where indifferent. I think they were just happy to walk around a little. Our guest house Dar Sultan is in the middle of the Kasbah. Here the streets were only wide enough ...
... up at the shoulder blades. This being the first round of our maiden trip into Spanish tradition we cry out in horror as the bull actually takes the horse down and then gives it a charge to the throat. The horse doesn't move and we think it's dead. The matadors all come running and distract the angry bull away from the horse before they get it up, the rider who got spilled remounts and they take their previous position. To our cries of 'oh ****' the same horse gets ...
... bit smaller. After a bit of lying in the sun us boys swam way out and set about exploring the various caves and coves. We found a tiny private beach inaccessible by foot and surrounded on all sides by rock except for a little gap to the sea, which was very nice. We also mingled with tour boats and went under these rock tunnels. We returned out of breath and lay on the beach for ages. We ...
... land'. It's green, alright. But very soft and mono compared with New Zealand. Everything looks manicured and established, from the narrow country lanes, to the villages stacked like the backdrop to a model railway. Jo and I enjoyed a pint or two of British Bitter and a plow mans lunch, at the Fox Tavern along the journey. I discovers in myself a strong urge to blast a pheasant, or poke a Badger. The characters from the 'William' books and 'Rupert The Bear Annuals' that I received ...