The sand sculpture business is booming in Marbella with new entrants virtually every week. At this rate they will run out of sand.
The girls want to go topless bathing so we set off for Torreguadiaro which has some formidable waves coming in. Meanwhile,
I have an excellent spread in a very downmarket cafe - a bowl of olives, a plate of peanuts in their shells, a glass of
wine and a toasted bacon and egg sandwich. All for six euros.
Later we go to Poseur's Paradise in Puerto Banus. We park the car and have three drinks. I am staggered to find that this
costs over 30 euros. Ouch.
On the other hand, for this outlay you get to see a fleet of big yachts, lots of fancy cars, endless designer shops and a whole raft of pretty girls from Oldham. We may not be any good a football but when it comes to crumpet we are up there with the best of 'em - makes you proud to be British.
This is the X-Ray of my girlfriend's hand from last week.
Later on in the day the girls come over to splash around in our pool
We spend most of the day in Tarifa ...
... and the sand dunes to the west of the town. You get a much better class of yobbo in Spain.
On the way back home we encounter horses ...
... and a cow which is reluctant to move out of the way.
By the time we get home our cameras all have flat batteries and we borrow a tiny Nikon from one of the girls which takes surprisingly good photos. Like this one.
We visit the newly renovated Pizzaghetti in Irish Town - all it needs now is air-conditioning.
Marbella is one of those places which conjures up images of vulgar and flash people but actually it is pretty civilised.
The endless blocks of flats along the front are infinitely better than in many Spanish towns. The worst I have ever seen
being in Salamanca - maybe that is where the term "manky" comes from?
The girls tend to be prettier than average ...
... and there are always some interesting machines to look at