Two weeks in Fuengirola
The promise was that we would be the first or second drop off from the airport – we were the third!
We were dumped off the Thomson coach fifty metres from the reception door and left to struggle with three heavy bags and hand luggage to a sour faced bloke on the desk who definitely had the hump about something.
“Your room’s not ready – come back later!”
Luckily we had travelled abroad many times before and we knew there would be a helpful porter to store our bags in a safe room until we were ready.
There was – he held the door open whilst we dragged our bags across the floor to
the cubby hole at the back of reception and stood watching as we bent, now dripping
in sweat as we tried to recover shorts and T-
No offer of a free drink or even a glass of water after our long journey then?
The restaurant by the pool wasn’t open yet so, down to the beach and find a bar.
We spoke to several people later who also found their way to the same bar by the same set of circumstances and they only ever went there just the once too!
Why? – About twelve quid for two under-
I wouldn’t swear to it but doesn’t the guy who runs the bar look a lot like the bloke in reception?
Good Food?
The hotel could have been really good there was a good choice of food every day –
only, it was nearly exactly the same choice every day – and that was either almost
cooked -
There was a microwave but we didn’t spot it until about day 10.
Couldn’t we just have a proper sausage or some potato just one day at breakfast? After all about one third of the guests were Brits!
One day I got a bit fed up with one of the loud and rude Italians – a lady who insisted on trying to push in to the front of the queue and rounded on her with a typical ‘Victor Meldrew’ ........
“Excuse me Madam; I realise that you are Italian and therefore don’t know any better
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She just looked at me as if I was stupid!
Room with a View!
You couldn’t sit on the balcony and enjoy the view because the solid wall was too high to see over (Unless you stood up) so we got our room changed to one of the few with railings by chatting to the only friendly, smiling member of staff we came across – Antonio!
This room with a fantastic view was the saving of our holiday – it was great – we even got a good video of the security guard stamping on a rat and killing it by the children’s pool,
Don’t believe me huh? Well OK click HERE then – but not if you are squeamish!!!
Then -
The Location
The hotel was in a great position for kite flying – right on the beach outside.
Best of all, the beaches were floodlit every night so there was no limit.
Down a bit further just below the castle was party night for the locals almost every night of the week. Purpose built BBQ’s every 100 metres and every one always in use!
Some of the party goers liked the entertainment we were providing flying pairs routines with tails and came over with food and sangria – brilliant – hot food at last!
Special Places
During the day the beaches became less crowded as the season was drawing to an end
and Marilyn found a spot to fly one of our ultra-
Click HERE
We took a lot of kites with us and you can see more of them flying in the “HQ Kites in Flight” section of the Gallery.
There are a lot of good sites in southern Spain. Nearly down to Gibraltar there’s
a place called San Diego (at low season you get an area of about four football pitches
of beach all to yourself -
Don’t get me wrong we had a fantastic time there really – just marred for us by hotel food.
The locals were really friendly – obviously the hotel staff weren’t local.
We did hear that Thomson have taken them out of the brochure next year.
Pop Ups
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Marilyn flies the Widow Maker with on San Diego Beach with Gibraltar in the background.
We didn’t get one showing how big the beach was -
The town of Tarifa in the background, everything was just so laid back there.
This guy was definitely younger and fitter than me!
Our approach to the beach was pretty spectacular.