Monday 13th to Thursday 16th June
Up early, bought brekkie and headed for Cadiz. During the drive we decided on a potential wedding song we listened too by Reef ‘I would have left you, if I only could’, much laughter. Cadiz had been recommended to us by lots of friends and local Spanish along our way. Sadly I think we’d managed to outdo what it had to offer as far as beach towns go already, so we stopped off, took some fun photos and moved on towards the next recommended destination, Zahera, it was excellent and quiet. We forced ourselves to try and enjoy ANOTHER beachy afternoon, tut, after which we headed to Tarifa. WHAT?! ANOTHER-NUTHER gorgeous beach, KILL ME! On first impressions it seemed that it might be slightly infested with holiday apartments, but a walk on the beach and a free beer in the Soul Cafe bar softened us to the place and we settled of to bed and watched a movie. Ahhhh. Sadly the movie was PAUL starring Nick Frost and Simon Pegg and it is about the worst thing they’ve done, they might do some Christian rock next?
A big day for D, Lizzie corralled me and we went off to source some kite surfing. With the afternoon organised we did a little shopping and chill-axed in a cool surf bar. I was picked up for my lesson and Lizzie took a gentle stroll down the beach to find me and snap some pictures of my heroic kite surfing poses! An hour and a half, numerous geological obstacles and sore feet later Lizzie stumbled down the beach to find me flying a baby kite and wearing the most unflattering wetsuit, nappy harness and a spaz/crash hat! After a fully enjoyable introduction to kiting and a lift back to town for both of us we headed out to enjoy the nightlife which founds us in the company of a couple of Poles at his bar until the early hours conversing badly in mutated European words and accompanied by the owners chihuahua, who was not adverse to lapping at whatever remained of our shots.
Up for a quick morning swim and then off to what I’m sure must had had some inspiration for the TV series Lost, Gibraltar. We made our way around the rock to the southern viewing point, but the fog [see Lost] veiled out view of Africa. We bought petrol in the tax haven and then made tracks to Fuengirola, to visit with a friend made earlier this year whilst on my off shore course. We had some fun navigating the switch back streets of the ‘Costa del crime’ and finally found our man. Can’t say either of us really loved the feel of the stacked up hotels, but it was really nice up in the hills at Gary’s house, with his wife, great kids, dogs, birds and stunning views, we talked and drank until late.
3,802 miles
A big day, Lizzie got to wash her hair in a real shower, thanks to the Bailey’s, We said our goodbyes and were off by midday to Malaga to pick up the old Bowness ave. lot from the airport, Lizzie’s house mates were coming to play! We were quite early to the airport, but this allowed us to do something I’ve always fantasised about, ‘casing the joint’! The job went off without a hitch, we had our cargo aboard and it was then time to put my wheelman dreams into action whilst we all buzzed with excitement of the crew back together. Late dinner and much hilarity was had at our excellent campsite, worth a mention Camping Sierra Nevada.
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