Barlovento Puerto Escondido

... quite something to see. After the show we headed to another white village town called Arcos de la Frontera. This was another cobble stoned hillside town set among 2 churches and a convent. We had a nice lunch and walked around the town. The streets were narrow and tiny and mike did a great job of navigating through the narrow roads (he's getting much better)...we left and started our 2.5 hour drive from there to Nerja our destination for the next 7 ...

Cádizist põhja poole jääb kuulus šerrikolmnurk, mis on tuntud šerri, brändi ja bodegade (veinikeldrid) poolest. Kolmnurk moodustub kolmest linnast: Jerez de la Frontera, Sanlúcar de Barrameda ja El Puerto de Santa María, millel kõigil on oma lugu, kuid pidime valiku langetama vaid ühe kasuks. Tihe rebimine käis Jerezi ja El Puerto vahel, sest esimest kirjeldatakse kui flamenko, šerri ja hobuste v ...

... kohe liivaga kaetud, aga kuna olime eesmärgile nii pühendunud, siis heitsime keset liivatormi lihtsalt rannale magama. Ujuma ei söandanud minna põhjusel, et pärast võib külm hakata :) Peale mõningast liiva maitsmist hakkas külm ja villand ka juba ning suundusime tagasi bussi peale. Kondasime soojenduseks vanalinna poodides ja tänavatel, kuhu olid juba suuremad inimmassid jõudnud voolata. Ega kaua enam aega polnudki – ees oli ootamas šerri kolmnurk!

... Spanish side wasn’t overly-motivated to make it easy for tourists to enter Gibraltar. It looked like at least an hour wait, and it was hot, so after a u-turn, and a picture on the way out, and ticked Gibraltar off the “Saw It” list and headed north, up the coast. But the history and symbol of Gibraltar as entrance to Mare Nostrum and as a wartime bunker were not lost on me…
Arcos de la Frontera, Andalusia, Spain and Canary Islands thedicksons

... 8 of us crammed in. The bar was pretty hippy, and had a good reggae type band. Brendan had everyone ******* themselves with greman jokes. On the bus ride there had been a world war two movie, and about 5 germans on the bus didnt even look at the screen for the entire movie, so we took the **** out of them all night, the war never happened apparently. We got pretty ****** and ended up at some techno rave party place with two irish girls we had been talking to at the bar. one was ...

I'd been to Spain for like a month now and I hadn't seen the sea yet, so I decided to change things and get a bit of suntan. I called up 3 friends, we packed ourselves to a comfortable train and after an hour or so we got off in Cadiz, an important harbour and a really nice city on the Costa de la Luz.

Although I went there for the first time in February, it was so warm that I could stay in the swimsuit and survive. We started with a cheerful visit in a ...

... solange man in direkter Strandnaehe und Stehtiefe bleibt, kann man sich auch mal im Meer abkuehlen. Sobald man aber etwas weiter hinausschwimmt, pfeifen einen gleich die Rettungsschwimmer wieder an Land. Tagsueber ist es in Puerto richtig warm - manchmal fast zu viel - aber sobald die Sonne untergegangen ist, merkt man schnell, dass Januar ist. Aber wer will sich schon beklagen, denn Europa versinkt zur gleichen Zeit gerade im Schneechaos und wir ...

... in front, renovating house next door, packs of street dogs winding up hostel dog and my neighbour´s persistent loud cough day & night were compounded by the open slats on 3 sides of the room which allowed both noise & mosquitos to enter easily!    After 3 nights of very little sleep I had had enough and found a great place for the same price. After several weeks living in cabanas with reed/wooden slat walls and screens for windows it was great to be in ...

... look. Twelve long hours on a thankfully very comfortable coach later, we stepped out into the hot and humid air of the unmistakeable coast and exhausted, plonked ourselves on the beach for the day. We stayed in the 'Tower Bridge Hotel' run by a mad Englishman, Steve, who was never there to meet anyone and show them to their rooms but who always appeared before they left to be paid. We were shown to our room by an English ...

... town. But can I admit that this was a blast as well? A man on a mission, hauling ass without most of my luggage, blasting through topes (speed bumps, which are freaking everywhere in this country, leaning righteously into turns, scraping pegs, scraping the pannier!, on the fastest thing on the road - the Bat Bike, baby! up that road in the fading light. Don't ask me why but I knew I'd find the stand. We were there for 15 minutes, I remembered it in ...