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... which is sad. Driving into Malaga the navigator got lost, again. But we made it in the end to a very standard hotel without any character or atmosphere, we were both disappointed. Don't get me wrong, it is nice, pool, robe slippers etc., but we have been staying in some amazing places and a normal hotel is a bit......blah. We went for a walk to the beach, honestly don't bother ...
... 800 feet, and it was a pretty
hot walk up around noon. The views are impressive from the top, but it’s just
more of the kind of castle architecture I’ve seen so much of in Spain over the
last month. I had some curiosity in it for another reason. The Castle is where
my brother Doug proposed to my sister-in-law Aviva on a trip to Spain a little
over two years ago.
Malaga’s modern claim to fame is that it was ...
... around him. As his wife, I am not sure if I would have appreciated my portrait showing my face split in two pieces or a boob under my leg.
Back out on the white marble, it's time to find a local hangout and enjoy the real scenery. A side street with outdoor seating and a beggar playing an accordion seemed like the place. Cold beer and assorted tapas were welcomed. Children were running around while their parents enjoyed socializing over ...
... as I really like going on boats as well. The weather was perfect so everyone enjoyed themselves, relaxing after a not-so-tiring bike ride. :P
One of the first places we stopped at was the Alcazaba ruins near the city centre. Right next to it but further up on the hill is the Gibralfaro castle. We went and visited the Alcazaba on our 4th (and last) day in Spain but went up to the Gibralfaro castle during the evening after our bike tour. ...
... running out of food, and, more importantly, we are running out of wine, so, a trip to the supermarket is needed.
Kathleen has hurt her back, she claims, it is through washing clothes, I think it is through lying on the ground sunbathing.
While Kathleen takes it easy, I am free to ride about on the motor scooter, a bit of gentle cruising around Puerta ...