Elba Hotel Almeria

... boxed up the rest for my mini-bar fridge. As I was paying I asked the little old gal behind the bar if they sold beer or wine for take-away. She said yes to the vino. She told me it was diez -- 10. WHAT?!?!?!? I told her thanks but that it was okay. She said, "ocho! ocho!" I smiled and tried to explain in Spanish that my hotel sold bottles for 6 euro so not to worry I would just buy it there. She started shouting and throwing her fingers in my face, "cinco! cinco!" "tres? tres ...

... had an American vegetarian in his Argentinian restaurant in Spain. I had some delicious vegetable soup and pasta. And after one glass of Rioja (typical Spanish wine) he suggested I instead drink the 'good stuff' some Syrah wine from Argentina. I am now on my 3rd glass of wine, my bag has been 'dropped' by my side for 2 hours and my friendly waiter, who also lived in Rhode Island for several years, snuck me the wifi passcode for the restaurant's office.<br><br>Life is good.

... with plastic td greenhouses that grow fruits and vegetables. You can not find a single area that doesn't have a plastic greenhouse. The mountains are very dry and rocky. We stopped in a town called Almerimar for lunch - a fishing village and big windsurfing and water sport area. The town has a marina and yacht club. There were tons of boats in the marina, but the town was pretty well shutdown for the winter. Only a handful of cafes were open. It was pretty quiet. We ...

... the day from Olly: "We came down here to see what it would be like to sleep here Chris. We the discovered its the kind of place that goats get brutally masacred. Therefore, Its not a good place to sleep, is it." Despite Ollys compelling arguement the thing that changed my mind was the sketchy guy the kept cycling near us. When he returned with more friends to look at us I thought F**k this, lets do some night riding. The decision was further reinforced when we left because we ...

Returned to San Jose. Next day drove around to the town of Cabo de Gata, saw the salt-pans, went up the the "Cape", saw the incredible beach of Cabo de Gata, had great lunch there, then went around to the beach at Monsul. Eventually decided I HAD to leave!! 

... who told me that he only stopped if someone rang the bell!! I said it was obvious I was a foreigner and that I'd bought the ticket asking to go to the airport. He shrugged and dropped me off at the next stop where I had to wait another hour for a return bus. I rang the bell three times when we re-approached the airport. Picking up the car, I drove into the countryside hills behind Almeria through miles of urban sprawl until eventually finding the motorway heading towards ...

... 20 bornes en rebroussant chemin vers cabo de gata....magnifiaue endroit, on arrive en 4x4 carrement sur la plage, on trouve une petite epicerie qu on a devalisem pates, saucisson, courgettes, lard au bord e l eau, etla, surprise, une bande de chats loubards nous barre la route et essqient de nous manger notre repas...il faisait un peu frais et beaucoup de vent SAMEDI 02 ...

... fishing/ salt towns. The whole thing was little confusing. The beach area is called the Cabo de Gato, which is 30 km long, but the town we were dropped of in is also called Cabo de Gato. The maps we had talked about a beautiful beach just a couple miles down. So, we walked to the next town. The weather was windy and a little cold even when in the 60's. We reached the town and found out that the beach looked pretty much the same as the ...

... haze, the golden glow of the sea marked the horizon. Following the western edge of the bowl below Alcazaba were the tracks of the two climbers who had set off before. We observed their route- what looked like a painful and exhausting tramp through deep snow. Instead we looked to the eastern ridge leading to the summit. In places the snow was broken by the underlying rocks. On the other side was steep cliff, providing excellent views into the next valley and out across the eastern ...

... lui donner le « papier vert » pour rentrer la voiture au Maroc. On ne nous donne pas le papier, il faudra le demander à terre. On continue à manger et on va faire tamponner les passeports. On va un peu dehors et avec Flo, nous avons une discussion avec un marocain qui est pas très ouvert, mais gentil. Et voilà, on est descendues et il reste environ deux heures avant l'arrivée à Nador. On y arrive à 23h30, heure locale. 109980km au compteur.