Tuesday 18th August 2009
Day 52
A desperately early start (4am) was on the cards meaning the two and a half hour plane journey to Malaga, Spain was done so in deep sleep. Unc John drove us to the airport where we got first class service from check-out to plane seat thanks to Tom. We even got this strange aero-lift contraption which took us from departures literally handing us like a parcel to the door of the plane.
At the other end we were chaufferred through immigration and released into the wild they call Malaga airport. Absolute carnage with panic-stricken Brits fighting for their luggage with faces like thunder. Their holiday-switches not yet turned on.
We got our gear and found our hire car before hitting the road for the one hour journey west along the coast to Casares.
We dumped our stuff and hit Puerto Ducessa, a nice port area where a San Miguel and salmon went down a treat.
A trip to the supermarket followed before a quick dip in the pool and a Big BB BBQ of prawns in the evening was a nice start to Spain.
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