Archive for July, 2016

Journey Home

This week’s trip back from Spain was the most stressful we’ve ever had.

We’d set off in good time for our 17:25pm flight, leaving time to get a little fuel (we were on a ‘return half full’ policy), to drive the 20 minutes to the airport, to drop the car off at and be through security 90 minutes before the gate opened. No worries.

However, once we dropped down the slip road at Los Boliches we saw that the A7 (just at the point where it is joined by the AP7) was blocked solid and only moving very, very slowly. We could see that this continued right up the hill towards Benalmadena and decided therefore to come straight off (there are three slip roads at this point and the final one returns to Los Pacos/Finlandia/Torreblanca) and take the coast road through Benalmadena and Torremolinos to the airport.

For almost 30 minutes we thought that this was a BIG mistake. The coast road was crawling along even slower than the motorway. At first we thought that this was because others had taken the same decision as us, to take the N340 and avoid the motorway.

9934913693_92ac6085c0Then we came across the JCB!

The coast road hold-up was caused by a JCB! Nothing more.

The rest of the journey was as uneventful as any journey on that road (I got lost just the once, near the airport and not in Torremolinos, which would have been a nightmare) and luckily it was siesta time, or it might have been more eventful.

Security at the airport was a breeze but the plane took off 35 minutes late. This was unannounced; we suspect because the crew were (possibly) delayed by the incident on the motorway. However, the pilot made good time and we could have landed just a little later than planned – but – we were forced to abort the landing because of ‘debris on the runway, possibly birds, probably dead birds by now’ and go around again. This made us very tight for our 20:20pm train home. We’d also been forced to put Sharon’s on-board bag in the hold because the flight was full (they brooked no argument – ‘don’t fly then!’), so that delayed us at the airport in Manchester.

We ran like the wind to catch the train. Really, we did.

We were on the platform when the guard closed the doors, in fact we were nearer than that: one second earlier and we would have had our hands on the doors!  However, a sad smile and a whistle was all we got from the guard – plus a missed train.


Fortunately, there was another train slightly later, which meant a change in Manchester and a missed connection in Huddersfield. However, despite all of the above we were home only 35-40 minutes later than planned. Phew.


Home time

Well today, it is time to fly home.  We have a late afternoon flight so the morning has been spent with Sharon cleaning the apartment and me catching up on work. The work should have taken perhaps half an hour, but took almost two 😦

My brothers departed on Sunday last and after some adventures arrived home safely. They missed Malaga airport and had a tur of Malaga itself before finally finding the hire car return car park. Then then had trouble with their boarding cards – that seems to be a Ryanair problem; if you print from the site it misses part of the bar code, so you have to download a pdf file and print that!

On Saturday, it was the Virgin del Carmen festival in Los Boliches. The festival is held in seaside towns (usually old fishing towns) up and down the Spanish coast on July 16th every year. We’d spent the day in Malaga, then came into Los Boliches for dinner in Meson Salvador, which is situated on the procession route. We were lucky to get the last big table.


Despite the capacity crowd of diners, staff were able to keep up the pace, to stir the happy atmosphere and to serve us with delicious hot (where necessary) and cold (where necessary) food and drink. The six of us had a variety of dishes, mine was the Iberican Cheeks (I can’t remember the Spanish name) and my wife had Ox tail (rabo de toro) – both were superb. Both fell apart at the touch of our forks and tasted divine.


The crowds here to see the Virgin’s procession were huge and steadily converged close to the port of Fuengirola, where we gave up and came home. In future, it would be good to eat in Los Boliches, but to return to the apartment in time to see the fireworks down the coast – which we missed due to coming away.

The girls spent the day shopping in Malaga, but Peter, Andrew and I first walked up to the castle and then around it. We then had lunch in the backstreets before taking a ride on the Malaga ‘EYE’ and a walk around the port.

Hermanos y Cuñadas

We’ve been at the apartment for a week now. First of all, there was just Sharon and myself, but on Sunday last we were joined by both my brothers and wife/partner. Andrew and Debbie (partner) live in Perth Western Australia, but it is their third visit to this part of the world. Peter and Linder live close to us in Huddersfield, but they too have been here once before.


However, neither brother (or their better halves) had been to Mijas before and just one had been to Ronda – so yesterday we took off for Ronda.

We took the train from Torreblanca Station, just at the bottom of our hill, right into Malaga – Maria Zambrano station. Others, possibly wanting to take a similar journey may wish to come up out of the Cercanias (C) line [Fuengirola – Malaga-Centro] platform and into the huge Maria Zambrano shopping centre, which is at street level. Continue around the corner and into the glass lined ticket office; don’t waste time trying to buy the tickets from a machine – you need the ticket office.  This area has a numbered service system, so do also remember to take a numbered ticket before you approach the counter (when it is your turn).28206577832_3335305662

The train runs just once a day from Malaga to Ronda, at 10:05am.  It returns from Ronda to Malaga at 16:50pm – each way takes approximately 2 hours. The return ticket costs €23.20 for these two named trains. The platform is then just a short walk away and the train is superbly comfortable. The route passes out of suburban Malaga and into increasingly agricultural/rural Spain. We often felt that each station we stopped at, should have tumble weed blowing across the deserted tracks, yet each stop seemed to have a large concentration of housing around it.

Unbeknown to us, the train line passed through Caminito del Rey and alongside the gravity defying walkway, first opened by King Alfonso XIII in 1921. We tried and better tried to take photographs of this but were thwarted by the intense reflection of the sun in the carriage window.

Ronda was hot.  Very hot. So we moved from shade to shade as much as we could, whilst still trying to show Peter and Linda the sights of the city. We had lunch in the main square under a water-sprayed canopy and a beer in a local bar near the station.


Today, Wednesday, we visited Mijas.  This was a mistake.

Mijas is such a pleasure to walk around and for most times in the year parking is easy enough. However, today was horrendous. Suffice to say we will avoid July visits by car in future. The town was buzzing despite the continuous structural and road works that have been going on since at least last October, when we first saw them. Everyone seemed to enjoy our visit, Especially our windy yet panoramic lunch.

July 2016

We started the day with a ‘scoot’ along the front at Carvajal, before returning home for showers and breakfast. Then we shopped. That’s how we roll down here 🙂 .

IMG_6383I must say though, that the quality of meat here is tremendous.

I found some frozen brown ‘stuff’ in the freezer and thought ‘ah-yes, that’s the bourguignonne sauce I had left from Easter’. Remembering (thinking rather than knowing) that I had had lots of spare sauce, I thought that I would just cook a couple of the delicious pork loin slices we’d just bought, along with a few bits of chorizo; and serve the lot up with some pasta and the rich brown bourguignonne sauce.

A plan.

However, it turned out, when defrosted, that the brown stuff was actually two decent portions of full meat bourguignonne. The meat just fell apart and still tasted delicious, even after being frozen.

Cooked pork steak sandwiches for lunch tomorrow then.