Torrequebrada & Casino Benalmadena

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 ...

... was very tasty and I feel better that I can at least eat again without being so paranoid about where the food has been stored all day. We had met an english lady on the train that was so ill by the food in morroco that i felt really glad and relieved that we had come off so lucky.<br><br>Ian was feeling much better as well thankfully and we go on the bus to our final place the Costa Del Sol rodney! It was a ...

... for an affordable holiday. torremolinos tends to have more belgian, dutch and northern europeans.<br><br>terry and i travel well together, we usually don't go out to eat and prefer to shop for our own groceries, stay in and cook. we usually rent a time share or in this case an apartment/hotel which is like a time share only the kitchen does not have an oven, just a stove top. there is a hybrid microwave with convection oven that i am afraid of using after my toast ...

Today we had an excursion to the Caves of Nerja about an hour away on the bus. The little town on the water was cute and reminded me so much of Dubrovnik. We have free time to visit the little church and have an ice cream. Then we were off to the nearby caves which were fascinating but didn't learn much because the guide was doing double time with the tour speaking both French and English and he spoke mostly French even when he was speaking English it seemed.

... whole different world. Everything is in Arabic and French, there´s hardly any english around (you should see the Coca Cola bottles). After a quick town overview, we stepped off the tour bus and into Morocco, and of course, the rain. We were quickly hustled towards the Kasbah while Moroccan street vendors tailed our group selling all kinds of umbrellas. Fortunately we brought our own, but that still didn´t stop some of the vendors from trying to sell us another. After a quick look ...

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>

Syvlette débarque à 8h30, je ne suis pas très fraîche après ma nuit dans l'aéroport, mais elle s'est levée à 4h du mat pour prendre l'avion alors on est un peu dans le même état!!! C'est un beau moment de retrouvailles, c'est bon qu'elle soit là, elle me fait du bien!! Nous rattrapons le temps perdu de ces 5 dernières semaines et on profite de tout se raconter en live!! Chouette ...

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 ...

... sneak out and get some antihistamines when we finally get off the farm, so don't tell. Day 5: Sun! Holy ****!  Nope... gone.  More rock sifting.  Food, toilet paper, and sanity supplies begin to run low. Unless you count Avocados as a food group.  Finally clear a foot deep into the vege bed.  It's like the army, dig a hole, fill it in.  We begin filling the soil back in mixed with layers of 'goat muck', also known as poop.  Shoveling goat **** begins to feel ironic.  We finish the vege bed ...

... without even a telephone nearby. We quickly phoned Paul and told him to hurry up! We sat outside in the cold at 10p.m and waited. Thankfully it was the mildest night we had had in ages and it (only) reached a low of about 1 degree centigrade. At 00.55 we heard the sound of an approaching truck. We leapt about with glee and flagged it down, alas it was a dustbin lorry. We forgot they empty the bins in Spain in the middle of the night! And so we sat and waited ...