“Eviva España”

In 2002 shortly before the birth of my daughter’s firstborn she decided that we should go away for another Mother / Daughter bonding holiday. Any of you who have read about the Italian Adventure will immediately understand my sense of foreboding. However, she is a very persistent daughter and desperately wanted to get away from the dreary cold English winter to a warmer climate, if only briefly. We discussed Ghana, Sharm el-Sheikh and other sunspots not too far from the UK, but dismissed each and every one because of the vaccinations involved. Eventually we decided on Southern Spain and she found us a bargain holiday in a hotel close to Algeciras. This place I had heard of as we had arrived in the port there from Tangiers when she was just two years old, wearing a cute afghan jacket and clutching her beanie bear. Not that she remembers!

Wikipedia describes it:  “The Port of Algeciras is one of the largest ports in Europe and in the world in three categories: container, cargo and transhipment”

~ not exactly a holiday destination!

It lies tucked away down in the south-western corner of Spain and hidden by the Rock of Gibraltar. The flight to Malaga took around two hours which wasn’t bad and the coach transportation to the hotel took around a further two hours which wasn’t good. We passed through a lot of resorts on the way including Torremolinos, Fuengirola, Marbella and the place for the rich party animals, Puerto Banús though there wasn’t an awful lot to distinguish between them with the high-rise apartments and identical beaches. Puerto Banús was the most attractive, but also the most expensive. The further west we travelled the emptier the coach became until we were the only passengers left aboard. Finally we reached our hotel, about half a mile south of the town and not too far from Gib.

The hotel was pleasant enough though seemed full of ex-pat pensioners using their winter fuel allowance for sunshine and sangria instead of buckets of coal. They were a cheerful bunch though and the men were quite happy to buy us drinks on their all-inclusive allowance. Daughter was a little miffed about this because she wasn’t able to drink any alcohol, but I made up for it by drinking her share. Unfortunately we weren’t staying in the actual hotel, but in a room in the courtyard. The first room they tried to put us in we walked straight out of, it wasn’t big enough to swing a cat, if we had brought it. The cat that is. The next room was a little better with a large bedroom and bathroom, though  a little chilly in March as there was no heating. It was dark and had very little charm, but it seemed that this was it for the next 7 days.

We didn’t spend a lot of time actually in the hotel except for the evening; as we were there on half-board we returned for dinner each day. It wasn’t great food, but it meant we didn’t have to spend any extra on a restaurant so could spend on exploration. The sun wasn’t all that forthcoming either, but at least it didn’t rain. On the first day we checked out Algeciras itself and away from the port it is rather a charming little town with a brightly tiled Plaza Alta and pretty church in the centre. Our first job was to find a pharmacy, which was pretty easy as in Europe they have a huge green cross outside the building. Getting the Gaviscon for my daughter was rather more difficult as we don’t speak much Spanish and the pharmacist didn’t speak any English. Eventually through lots of miming we left clutching an armful of anti-acid medication. Really I don’t know why we don’t go to France as we both speak a little French!

Later we met up with the travel representative who proceeded to try to sell us day trips. I have realised that the reason package holidays are so cheap is because of the huge mark-up on the tours they sell once you get there. Anyway, we dismissed Gib as we knew we could get there by bus from the town for €2 instead of the €20 they were selling it for. OK we had to walk into town first, but it was no big deal. We did sign up for a trip across to Morocco as we felt it would be safer going there in a group rather than by ourselves.

The week flew by, the weather remained fine, if not exactly hot and we walked into Algeciras a couple of times and caught the bus to the border with Gib. We went up the Rock and took photos of the Barbary apes and squinted across the Med at the distant African shoreline. We bought low-cost cigarettes and bottles of gin and smiled at the sheer Englishness of it all – the High Street shops and the British pubs! On one day we got up at stupid-o’clock to catch a train from Algeciras to Granada as we wanted to see the Alhambra Palace. The journey was long, but the line goes across lovely landscapes including Ronda and through acres of olive groves. It is quite a distance from the station to the Palace and as we huffed and puffed our way up the final hill to the entrance I wondered if this had been a good idea as I glanced at my daughter’s red face. Once there though we were fascinated by the history and the architecture. It had been worth the early start and the long journey. We did take a taxi back to the station though!

Our final trip was over to Morocco on the fast ferry (45 mins) over to Ceuta (which is Spanish by the way) and then by coach to Tétouan where we visited the Royal Palace in Hassan II Square and then the very interesting Jewish quarter with lunch in a typical Moroccan restaurant. After lunch we visited  the ubiquitous  carpet shop for the ‘Big Sale’ where we were embarrassingly presented with carpet after carpet until the pile was almost as tall as we were! Sipping cups of refreshing mint tea, we tried hard not to disappoint the salesman and I even considered buying a lovely small rug which would have been ideal for the new nursery, but at an eye-watering price of over £100 (after haggling) we reluctantly took our leave empty-handed. During the late afternoon we headed for Tangier where we had a tour around the modern city and some time in the Medina. It was interesting, but I think we’d have been better doing it independently as we had very little time in Tangier which is really what we wanted to see. We still got harassed by hawkers and I ended up buying yet another brass bangle and leather camel simply to get rid of them! Still at €1 each it wasn’t too much of a hardship.

Final verdict as we sat around the deserted swimming pool dangling our feet in the cool water on the hottest day so far, suitcases by our sides, waiting for the pick-up coach back to Malaga airport was that overall it had been a good trip. It hadn’t been as warm or as relaxed as we’d expected it to be, but we’d seen a lot and learnt a bit of Spanish too. I’d also learned that when someone from the UK phones your mobile abroad you also pay for the call and your credit disappears very fast; that some English OAPs know how to live it up in style; that young people in Spain don’t all speak English as a second language; that Drambuie shots poured by a Spanish barman are BIG and that tiled bathroom floors can be pleasantly cool when you are hugging the porcelain. Oh, and that going away with my daughter is just full of surprises.

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I have lived in the UK for most of my life, but when young I definitely had wanderlust and even ended up living in South Africa for several years which was a wonderful experience. I now look forward to a long and leisurely retirement doing what I like most - gardening, photography, walking and travelling.

34 thoughts on ““Eviva España””

  1. Never been to Gib, or Algeciras, and you manage to make them both seem to be such desirable destinations. Jealous of the Alhambra too, as I have only been to Northern Spain (Barcelona, Rosas, Figueras).
    I am too old, and have no money, so why do you make me so jealous of these travels! It is getting frustrating Jude. Great pics as well, by the way.
    Regards and best wishes as always, Pete. x
    (Oh, and cheap cigarettes…Ahhh… When I used to smoke of course…)

    1. I’d like to return to the Alhambra as it was pre-digital then and I can only find a few photos – none of the twelve lions that throw jets of water and which are part of the fountain in the middle of the patio of lions. I wonder if it was being repaired then?

      I’d like to see more of Spain with the exception of the Costas 😀

      1. They were being repaired/restored during my visit too, it must be a long job…or as they say…mañana.

  2. Love the sound of this trip – glad you had a good one. I’ve been meaning to write to you for days to find out how your trip to Franschhoek went and of course your birthday, but something always gets in the way. I promise I’ll try and catch up soon. xxxxx, K

    1. Hi Karen, I didn’t get to Franschhoek after all, though it was a nice idea. Instead we had two weeks in Penzance and went house hunting! Birthday was good, though spent most of it driving down to Cornwall, but had a great dinner once we got there. Hope you are well – I saw that summer has arrived in Cape Town, you lucky thing 😀

    1. Thanks Ad. I’d love to go back to the Alhambra with a digital camera, we have very few shots of the palace. And yes mother/daughter trips can be a whole lot of fun – if you like each other of course 😀

  3. Thoroughly loved reading this post Jude, you did make me laugh out loud more than once 😉 Especially loved your summation at the end! Dare I ask about the rather large Drambuie shots and ‘hugging the porcelain bowl’ bit?? Perhaps better left unsaid…

    As for English OAPs living it up in style…think things will be very different for us 😉

    It never fails to amaze me that to this day I have never been to Spanish mainland despite visiting just about every other Eurpoean country, so I particularly enjoyed this tour and also all the great photos. I really felt that I was being taken along the streets of deepest south-western Spain with you, back in time that is.

    Also, loved the delightful photo of your daughter. Such a carefree and happy look on her face and what wonderful memories, and how lovely to have that priceless mother/daughter bonding time. So very important…and so very surprising 🙂 xx

    1. Haha, thanks Sherri – let’s just say Drambuie and I disagree – a lot!!

      We do plan to have a weekend away in New York sometime, just haven’t found the right time yet 🙂

  4. My kinda’ post this one. And your daughter was (and probably still is) a cutie. I’m not surprised you were tired the amount you did, the border crossings you embarked upon.

    An adventure I’d say and one you’ll both remember for ever – which puts me in mind of a weekend in Rome in the 80’s with my mother…….remind me to flagrantly steal you mother/daughter idea soon.

  5. I loved coming along on your trip Jude, great photos, lucky you to be so close to Europe, that is one thing I miss in Australia we are so far away from every thing, even the rest of Australia is a long trip…

    1. Nice to have you along pommepal, I think I may see more of Europe in the years to come as I hate long flights nowadays. But I’m also enjoying seeing a lot more of the UK too.

  6. The lions weren’t there when we were in the Alhambra either. Must’ve been a long-running clean up job (unlike my oven 🙂 ) I love the quality of light in your photos though, Jude. They seem to sparkle. Still haven’t managed North Africa or Gib, though they’re both doable from the Algarve. The husband is less than enthusiastic about souks and snakes, but I always wanted to stay in a riad. I think you definitely made the best of your trip. 🙂

    1. I fancy staying in a riad too, but my husband isn’t keen on Africa at all. Perhaps we’ll have to organise a ‘girls’ away break 😉 and get Cathy to come along too!

  7. Thanks to you I just added this to my list! What an exotic and regal looking place!

    1. I’m guessing you are referring to the Alhambra? It truly is a magnificent palace and I’d love to visit it again. This is what I like about the blogosphere – learning about new places from others.

        1. Don’t we all have a long list! I’ve stopped adding to mine – there’s not enough time (or money) left to tick off the ones already in it 😉

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