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Easter 2017

This is not our first visit to this region at Easter. IMG_3809I know that we have been here at this time for the last two years, but it might be three – probably six times in all.  We like the weather here and the chance to get out and do ‘something’.

The weather at home, being what it is, means that doing ‘something’ is less likely to happen than it is when we’re here.

We’ve been here about ten days now and we will have been a month by the time we fly back.  We’ve already had a couple of good walks and explorations up in the hills behind us. We’ve had a picnic up there too.  A picnic! – I can’t remember when we managed to have one of those at home. We caught the bus up to Mijas one day and then walked back down the track via the wild-west Cabalista bar, where we ate jamón y queso. We’ve also been scootering a couple of times and we’ve been to Montemar (on the train) near Torremolinos so we could explore the park there and then walk back to Benalmadena.

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Apart from today (our second Saturday) we’ve been out and done ‘something’ every day.

Today, we’re resting before setting off for a few days to visit the Costa Tropical. This part of Spain is where the Sierra Nevada mountains come down to the sea and is about 130km away, about 90 minute’s drive.

More on this later (maybe)

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Walk to Mijas

Those readers that kindly read the previous post may like to have an update?

As of this morning (Friday) I am stitch free again 🙂 I’d worn the dressings administered by the Hospital Costa Del Sol until Monday but then took over my own dressing repairs. With a red (elastoplast red) plaster, I was far less frightening to little children and with all drinks administered via a straw my lip (and bridge of nose) survived.  This morning’s stitch removal was something of an anti-climax as a) it didn’t hurt and b) it took the nurse less than five minutes to remove them.

25564377223_fe062a5572So – all done, nothing was/is as bad as it seemed (except brandy through a straw- yuk, and coffee, yuk too).

On Wednesday, partly to keep mostly out of sight and partly to stay fit, we walked to Mijas. The route had very kindly been worked out first by Tony and Gill at Christmas and then by Joanne and Mike in January. Both teams left us photos and directions that were a breeze to follow.

Basically, we walk out of the apartment block and turn left. This follows Calle Pensamiento up under the motorway and ever more ‘up’ into the mountain behind us. I believe the road now becomes a camino (so we were salir a caminar).

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We followed the signs for Rancho La Paz  for quite some way before being required to turn right and follow a different path. I think Tony and Gill had taken a shortcut ‘path’ at this stage, but their route joins the one we followed soon.

26074518452_8cb8af7c1cWe pass a few huge homes on our route and just past one of these Sharon decided to drop off the track and steal a few items of citrus fruits (rock hard!) All along the route there are various cave formations and the view gets ever more glorious. Most of the route is counter-intuitive as (because of the massive cliff face we have to navigate) we spend quite a while walking away from Mija. QUITE a while.

As I say, the views over Fuengirola and the coast become ever more tremendous and by the time we reach the red pillared house, we became a bit blaise. However, the route soon goes UP again and heads west towards Mijas. We pop out onto the main  Benalmádena-Mijas soon after The Hermitage, and we pass an ancient aqueduct before entering town

26100639231_076d51be23_nWe ate lunch at the same place we had a coffee on Christmas Day and then set off back.  We really should have caught a bus and then a txi up the hill to home as both Sharon and I have suffered since Wednesday. I have plantar faciitis and, as it had been relatively mild for the last month thought I’d manage (I did one-way). It’s been painful again since the walk. Sharon’s knees are taking some recovering from the journey back down.

I’m glad we did the walk and I’m sure we will do it again. I’d recommend it to anyone. Message me and I will send you the route.

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Good Friday

Well, I had planned to do all sorts of things to do today once I’d finished my online work. The sun was out and there was not too much cloud, so I could walk/scoot along the coast to enjoy some of that sunshine, I thought that I might take lunch in a local bar, a possible trip into Malaga was on the cards; to see one of the Semanta Santa processions.  The world was my oyster as they say.

Instead, I spent nine hours exploring the Spanish national health system.

It works well – slowly, but it works. It is no worse than our own NHS and is better in some ways. Please don’t read on if you are squeamish.

I’d decided to scoot into Los Boliches before descending onto the coast road and then on to the castle at Fuengirola, but because I couldn’t get parked on the Paseo (it is Easter after all and V. BUSY), I’d come back to park behind the railway station and was therefore taking an untried route when my 200mm front wheel found a >200mm hole I hadn’t seen.

Crash.

I actually saw the ground coming up towards me but there was no time to roll or put out my arms (the usual impulses), so my face took the brunt of the impact. I knew instantly that my top lip was the worst of my injuries but the blood from my nose was the most insistent. Luckily, I’d packed a few extra packs of paper hankies, a bottle of water and (thank Goodness) my cotton hanky was freshly washed and ironed – it took THAT about 10 seconds to become soaked red. I made my way back to the car with paper hankies stuck up my nose, I was dipping water on my lip and wiping the various cuts and bruises on my knees and elbows (and one wrist)  – but no one said a dicky bird.

I came home and made a better job of cleaning myself up before going to see Marlene at Monte Mare to ask if they had some antiseptic (we hadn’t here in the apartment, but we do have now). It was obvious to Marlene, after she’d cleaned me up a bit more, that I needed to see a doctor – so she plied me with sweet tea (and a straw) and called our friend Tony Brown. He told me to go and get my passport and E111. He photocopied these and then poor Tony, who has done this sort of things for folks – lots of times (and therefore knew what he was taking on), escorted me to the emergencia in Las Lagunas. We didn’t do too bad for time there, despite it being very busy; we arrived at 1400hrs and were out and on our way by 1450hrs. Sadly, they said I needed a special lip stitch, which they could not do at Las Lagunas.

So we then went onto Marbella to the Hospital Costa de Sol. Half an hour away.

We spent almost six hours there. HCDS_DSThe routine is to register, in the entrance. You are given an armband with allergies identified and you go through to the waiting area where you are, eventually, called for triage. Triage is a bit like ‘oh, you’re not dying, join the queue‘ but I guess that’s what triage is like everywhere. Then, we waited and waited until we eventually (almost 3 hours after triage) saw a doctor. She said that I must have an x-ray and have the wounds (the bridge of my nose has a massive lump missing) dressed before leaving. She would see me again after the x-ray.

IMG_5901Well, the x-ray was undertaken fairly quickly and we had to wait less than an hour to see the doctor again. However, the dressing hadn’t been done yet – so she sped that along and I soon found myself on a bed being cleaned up again and having my lip stitched.  That went better than I expected – the anesthetic needle hurt far more than the four stitches he inserted. It’s uncomfortable now, but only to be expected I suppose. I have a white ‘Hitler’ moustache 🙂

So that’s it. I have to take paracetamol (no kidding) and keep my dressings on until Tuesday and go back to another clinic on Friday for the stitches removing. To say that I ache today (Saturday) is an understatement as, although my face took impact, the rest of my body was also shook up big time.

Big thanks to Marlene and to Tony, especially Tony, for their time and patience.

And now to show Sharon just what I’ve written here.  I’m picking her up at the station in Torreblanca shortly – she will SEE the mess. 🙂IMG_5900

Semanta Santa 2016

IMG_5652So, today, having arrived here on Monday, I decided to ‘scoot’ to Benalmádena (which is pronounced more like Benal-mad-henna, than Benal-mud-eena).

Actually, that’s not quite true; I ‘scootered’ around Benalmádena for a bit and then I ‘scootered’ back to Torreblanca, where I’d left the car. I used this region’s fabulous train service to get to Benalmádena and then mainly walked in a zig zag fashion down to the front – which is at the bottom of a very steep hill (too steep for me and my scooter). It’s amazing what you get to see when you’re not just walking though: there was a massive market half way down the hill and next to it was a similarly unexpected park. I meandered through the park, which is worth another IMG_0091visit and then down the main road – only to find myself still about ½ mile away from the Benalmádena marina, which was my destination and which I hoped to explore at my leisure.

Sharon and I had been there before at Christmas with Tony and Gill [see] but my plantar fasciitis hurt much more then than it does now.

Anyway, did I like Benalmádena marina today any more than I did then? NO!

IMG_0093It’s an awful place that does nothing for me, and it was heaving; obviously some countries have already given up and gone away for their Easter Holidays. The marina (and parts of Benalmádena I guess) represent everything about Spain that had stopped me from coming for my first 50 years.

Having said that, I did find a nice long (1-2k?) promenade to scoot along on the way back, which was a pleasant change from the road, which I had to follow for the rest of the 6¾ miles back to Torreblanca.

For tea I made myself Hake Meuniere with French style peas emboldened (!!) with crispy bacon lardons. Lovely.