We set off for the mountains north east of Mallaga to stay at a small hotel in Alhama de Granada. But first we call in for
a pizza and some ice cream in La Canada shopping centre.
The road up is some thirty miles of hairpin bends but it is dark and wet and the car is not really built for very tight bends so the drive is not that much fun. When we arrive at the town the Tom Tom disgraces itself by trying to send us up impossibly small alleys. Eventually, we give up and park the car and walk. The town looks somewhat unprepossessing at night.
We set off back and realise that we are in some spectacular scenery.
In due course we end up back in Fuengirola where we park outside a small cafe. The waitress is very friendly and is
intrigued by one of our cameras which is ridiculously big. She is happy to pose for us and my girlfriend takes a series of
shots of her which turn out quite well.
Later we bump into a friend of ours who is waiting for a lift to the airport. Small world.
On our way back down Irish Town (a street - not an area), we notice that Corks has been transformed! It used to be a very long, thin and dingy bar but now it looks totally different. A clever architect has more than earned his keep on this one.
When I get up I spot yet another Chinese crane transporter ship, the
Zhen Hua 14
on its way to Algeciras across the bay.
Shortly afterwards I also spot what I assume is a small motor yacht but which which turns out to be HMS Cornwall(F99) coming into harbour prior to mooring up in Gibraltar for a while.
For some months I have been meaning to change the lightbulb on the balcony. Today, I finally manage it but the new bulb
does not work. Maybe it needs a new starter? Google has never heard of a
but it will have now.
In case you have never heard of a starter, you have now
Today we fly to Manchester. When we arrive, I cannot believe how cold and damp it is. Do people actually live there? If so,
how do they survive?
In the evening we go to see A Christmas Carol in 3D. The special effects are amazing. Worth seeing.
We are getting used to the rain and cold and set off for the Ruthin Craft Centre where we know that hot food awaits us
In the evening, we settle down to watch some garbage on the TV but there is nothing on. Literally nothing. It turns out that the country has gone digital or something and our TV is very old. Duh. So, we decide yet again to go out to the cinema and see 2012
The special effects are stunning and I sit on the edge of my seat for hours (three). The story line, however, is just a succession of cliches - a combination of Titanic, Airplane and the Poseidon Adventure. Featuring irritating American brats, saintly black persons, wicked businessmen, ruthless white politicians, corrupt Russian oligarchs and blond Floosies. The only thing missing is a nun with guitar. Oh, and the hero is a writer - just like in the Invention of Lying. I wonder why that is? (hint: films are written by writers)