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Roadtrip 1 [2017] : Returning The Car (an unwarranted post in its own right)

Spain – Portugal (day 10)

Spanish Take On The Milk Tea – Round 2 and with it an air of consistency – Its a thing, not just one mans inadvertent doing


Roadtrip 1 [2017] : Portugal – Albufeira

Spain – Portugal (day 5)

Between the discovery that the rain in Spain falls mainly on the Seville and a choice of hotel that was very much not central (requiring a fair bus voyage to escape the uneventful residential area where we found ourselves) – thoughts were turned to redrafting the plan for the second day.  Checks were done on the Weather In Portugal ..  The Weather was heading West but hadnt by all accounts made it there just yet, the opportunity to attempt to get ahead of it and add a day to Portugal seemed like one worth taking..  Back in the car and leaving Seville behind, a city that probably deserved longer but on a different day, with climactic conditions that were more enticing for heading out.

Service Area Road To PortugalInside Service Area On Road To Portugal

Spain Cup Of Tea
Its A Cup Of Tea

As the road that didn’t have a tall accidentally went and became the road that did have tolls we conducted an emergency scurrying off before the tolls set about mounting.

Google Map Portugal South Coast Toll Road

Hotel Pool and Seating Area

Swimming Pool Rules Sign
Disposable Swimpants Are Compulsory – Well..

Hotel Villa Petra and Pool

Albufeira Portugal Town and Beach


albufeira town and beach by night

Roadtrip 1 [2017] : Seville .. City Of The Eternal UEFA Cup

Spain – Portugal (day 4)






While we sat drinking a better quality of Sangria than the hush puppy Sangria discovery that had been revealed to us in Cadiz, the bull fighting came on.  It was on all the TVs and it was pretty hard to miss.  I had no interest in it, certainly no desire to see it but also no desire to judge whatever rational had allowed such a thing to persist in Europe in 2017.

But there it was in front of us and there could be no hiding what it was – an honour less, abhorrent disgrace of thing that case all those who were in attendance and choosing to whatch this on their TVs in an unrelentingly poor light.  Some part hopes that it will show itself to have something of a redeeming feature, it did not.

Notes From the time:

“Bull fighting is a disgrace .. cultural imperialism nothing – it’s barbaric & shameful. On the tv here – tormenting, exhausting and then killing slowly – Spain’s cultural right. wanting some superior alien types to pop down round up some Spanish people, goad them before a large disorientating audience and then bleed them out to their slow exhausted death.

Anyone operating under the illusion it’s a skill or man against beast contest.. watch it – just once – it’s multiple men exhausting one beast until it’s too tired and bled out then the guy comes on .. when it’s already done in to much applause .. hoping for a colour blind bull and a matador dressed in finest green”


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Roadtrip 1 [2017] : Cadiz – Escape To Jerez

Spain – Portugal (day 3)

With the experiences Cadiz had to offer seemingly explored on the previous arrival day, there was the question of what to fill our second day with. The decision, to make use of the trains and go on an outing to the neighbouring city of Jerez.
Cadiz Train Station Spain

Horse Carriages Jerez Spain

Jerez Spain Barrels

and .. with Jerez experienced in the form of wondering around and taste receptor assaulting Sherry of assorted varying assorted flavours – none of them to be repeated.

We headed back to the train and Cadiz, home of our hotel and base for one more night, with a fair bit of day still to go.

PAnd-Cruise-Britannia-Cadiz-SpainSpain-Cadiz-Suspension Bridge


Roadtrip 1 [2017] : Spain – Portugal

Sometime not so long after the warm uplifting moments, a time when a well of national pride came upon us all.  The sort of time that can only come from a pilgrimage of our finest specimens, they headed of to foreign climbs to consume some beer and explain some complex EU matters to the indigenous peoples.. They’d been considering and contemplating on for some time.. they thought upon it as only scholars can.. they’d studied the history, looked at the current demographics and political views of the the populous and they’d travelled with a view to sharing the outcome of all the hard fought thinking.

At sometime then, not so long after this time, we headed to Luton, one of the homes of easyjet.  There was a man with painted on, white, trousers who was joining us for the first stage of our trip.  By any standards a strong look but one not to combine with yoga..  Fortunately there would be no Yoga on the morning flight to Malaga.

Boarding Easyjet Flight Luton To Malaga

gibraltar from afar

gibraltar freight ships at coast

gibraltar hill top panorama

The car park for our hotel in Algeciras was below ground and opposite – it was shared by a number of hotels.  Some small signs and changes of colour on the car park lines meant something and that something was probably an instruction on where we were to go vs where was not for us.   Our understanding was and remains that we followed this correctly.  What there wasnt was an immediate obvious exit path.

Suitcases were tugged from the estate and dragged in the direction by which we’d entered.  The garage doors were closed, not a barrier a full on wall of automated mettle blind.  A sign that wasn’t “Exit” but then we were in Spain.  A sign that was to the best of our knowledge not the Spanish translation of the word “Exit” was the only thing there was, so i headed toward that.  It had a doorway, there was something that looked like daylight and as we closed in on it, some steps leading upward.

It was not the exit but as it transpired it was an exit – as we pulled and hoisted our suitcases up the stairs we found ourselves confronted with a queue, a reception desk.  It didnt look like a hotel but it did have a door which led to the outside, progress was close at hand. The queue required some circumnavigation and in doing so as we closed in on the door someone from behind the reception desk about shouting something, it was in Spanish ,which wasnt a problem because i for one didnt speak a world of Spanish.  They could have been saying anything to anyone, who was i to jump to any uninformed conclusions.

AS we got outside and crossed the road i looked back, it looked like it was probably some sort of hospital, “clinca” seemed like a word that suggested something medical.

chinca medico asistencial virgen del rosario

It was – It was something medical – there was a stethoscope and a white coated man smiling back from the website that shared the building name.  Linguistic skills unleashed, surprising accuracy there. Such revisiting of the scene was a matter for the next day, when daylight had returned and photography could proceed unhindered .. also a time when there was notably reduced risk of desk wardens popping out.   To further relay what id now taken to assuming wasn’t necessarily either background irrelevance or a celebratory greet.

Probably something about it not being the exit, that was probably the shouting across, though they really ought to consider making whatever other exit there was clearer if they found themselves perturbed by suitcase accompanied visitors.

Algeciras Tourist Attraction
Algeciras Tourist Attraction? – there was sign – looked a bit like a historic gutter
Algeciras Tourist Attraction
Its either a gutter or a proper shit moat -designed to ward of those unable to lay hands on a 3 meter long plank
Algeciras Tourist Attraction
Not a moat – old gutter?.. Come to Algeciras, see the old gutter and marvel in its splendour .. I used those recently discovered natural language skills, a possible translation of the brown sign

Round one – pretty much okay – another stab at beer.  Options were Ciderless again in the foreign places.  That said – insufficient

Algeciras Port At Night