Hotel Barcelo Malaga Málaga

We woke with hangovers again and decided to go to the smugglers bar for a full english fry up. We have not ate bacon for the whole time that we have been away and I have been dreaming about bacon buttys lol. It was a really nice breakfast and just the thing for a hang over. We then went for a walk down the famous strip of the Costa Del Sol. Its ok and really pretty the beach is lovely and there are lots of bars and even spanish ...

We made it to the port in a taxi one thing I will say about Morroco its really really cheap for everything and you could get by here with such little money. We got a little hassle from a guy at the port trying to help us but they want money when they help you so as usual Ian left it to me to get rid of him and explain that we did not have any money luckily this time he went off without too much hassle.<br><br>We ...

... the store brand which was surprisingly good.<br><br>i guess i should mention why i am writing this blog. it's something i have always wanted to do, i have slowly taken an interest in writing, especially about travel, mostly my travels. i'm not sure where this writing experiment will lead but isn't that part of the fun? i decided to start with this trip because it involves my upcoming 12 night cruise from malaga to miami via the canary and madeira islands and the bahamas ...

... people overall seem like they´re just trying to live their lives, if you look past the street hustlers. The city didn´t feel any less safe than Istanbul, or even Barcelona for that matter. Our view of organized tours has not been changed, however, and if we go again, we´re definitely visiting Morocco on our own. It´s worth a lot more than 3 hours.<br><br>For now we´re packing up from our lovely vacation, and heading back on the bus to Sevilla, our final stop in Spain. Stay tuned!<br>

Sylvie repart pour la suisse... heureusement, je ne suis pas seule à l'auberge et passe une bonne soirée avec d'autres voyageurs!! On boit un peu, beaucoup, trop de sangria... et je décide à 6h du matin de repousser mon départ de Malage au lundi... j'ai trouvé un prof d'espagnol que je prendrais bien avec moi pour un petit bout de chemin ,-)<br>

After breakfast and nice stroll on the beach, we head out to see the next city in the list which was Malaga. Malaga is very big compare to its size on the map :)<br>The trick is to head out to the old part of town to see the actions. Lots of architectures are dated back few years. <br>Cathedral as like the other places, is a must see in the old city. Small cobble stone alleys make it very nice and easy for walk. <br>The best ...

... s famous Picasso museum. No shortage of weirdness there, but it's to be expected. However, about halfway through the museum, I was standing among a group of visitors and had just finished pondering one of Picasso's portraits of a woman; you know with the multiple perspectives, the face somehow drawn in profile and straight on simultaneously, and the features in odd places. Then I turned around, and (totally by chance) looked straight at a short woman with ...

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Yesterday I tried to see if I could work my bugged bedroom to my advantage. I was striding up and down my room (OK, so the striding was for dramatic effect, but work with me on this one...) and I said in a loud voice, as if verbally musing: "...Hmmm, you know, if the Spanish Government REALLY wanted to save water, then they should make ...

... Those were ten minutes that I would really like to use once we land again. In Stockholm I would have to purchase a different ticket to take me to Copenhagen. I had a hard time relaxing on the flight. I was exhausted, but still wired with adrenaline from being angry and uncertain of how the rest of my day would turn out! By the time we touched ground in Stockholm, the very drunken guy next to me had been passed out for hours. I jumped over him, so that I could be the first one ...