Our ship docked in Malaga on a cold, windy, rainy day. We enjoyed a leisurely breakfast since we
were one of the last groups to depart; not having a flight to catch or other
deadline. Finally, our group was called
and we wound our way down the gangway and into the baggage claim area.
Three of our bags were waiting for us and we stood watching
the carousel for the final bag until all bags had arrived. Ours was nowhere to be found, great! Looking around we spotted a small group of
bags attended, disinterestedly, by two uniformed gentlemen. Sure enough, our other bag was there with the
other bags that had been randomly searched and nobody called out or complained
when we collected the bag and left the area so we assumed everything checked
out.
Following the crowd and the signs we thought we were headed
for customs and immigration but suddenly found ourselves outside, in the rain,
with four heavy bags, two backpacks and two hundred uncovered yards away from
the cab stand. Welcome to Spain!
It took 10 rain-soaked minutes to find a taxi large enough
to swallow our baggage for the ride to our hotel. After a short 5 minute ride we arrived at our
hotel and sure enough, there was a staircase to an entrance which consisted of
a revolving door. Traveling heavy like
this is a real pain in the …….!
We were too early to check into the hotel so we checked our
bags and wandered to the nearest café which turned out to be a business
breakfast and lunch coffee shop that was just what we were looking for. There was free WIFI and we spent an hour or
two checking our email and updating ourselves on the news. Our room was still not available when we
returned a couple of hours later but the rain had lifted so we decided to find
the bus station and perhaps buy our tickets for the following day.
The bus station was half a mile away across several
intersections, roundabouts, a shopping mall parking lot and café lined streets;
not a possibility for walking with the amount of luggage we had. After waiting a few minutes in the ticket
line at the bus station we asked the clerk, in our very, very limited Spanish
for two tickets to Cadiz. When we
finally understood that she was asking when we wanted to go we told her “tomorrow”
and she waived us away telling us to come back tomorrow. This seemed very strange to us but we did as
she asked and left.
Realizing again that we were strangers in a different place
we wandered off to find something to eat in the shopping mall. At this point, we didn’t know how to order
wine or food or even what things were so there were some interesting and
laughable situations that occurred and we figured it was all part of the
learning process we had to go through.
Marilyn ordered what she thought was a red wine and ended up tasting her
first tinto de verrano (summer wine) while I proudly ordered Cerveza and
stumbled over myself when the waitress asked me “draft or bottle” in Spanish
which I did not understand in the least.
We finally managed to get a couple of sandwiches with an order
of home-made potato chips which we wolfed down hungrily and then we returned to
our hotel to find that our room was ready at last. Once we had checked in, crammed our baggage
into a very small elevator and found our room we noticed that the rain had stopped
for the moment. Perfect; it was time to
go wander the old town and get our first tapa in eighteen months so we headed back
outside.
For this trip we only planned to spend an afternoon, evening
and a morning in Malaga and chose to stay at a hotel that was near the bus
station because we were going to catch a bus to Cadiz the following day. This meant that we were far from old town
Malaga and its castle or fortress. No
problem, we’re intrepid walkers and sure enough, it took only about 20 minutes
to find the “old” part of town with restaurants, cafes and tapas bars.
Stopping at a likely looking joint we settled in and ordered
our beverages and tapas. Unlike in
Granada, tapas are not free in Malaga but we simply wanted a drink, a snack and
to settle in and enjoy mainland Spain for a moment. Almost immediately a group of ten or so
Americans walked up and started rearranging chairs and tables against the
waiter’s wishes in a manner that disturbed several other patrons.
The waiter rolled his eyes and let them settle in while
bringing us our drinks and tapas.
Meanwhile the Americans had been consulting a street map of Malaga in
addition to the menu and as soon as the waiter turned in their direction, pad
in hand to take their order they asked in English, pointing to the map, “Where
are we?” The waiter did not even bat an
eye as he answered to the annoyance of the Americans, “We’re in Malaga”.
Yep. We were back in
Spain.
Following this we set off on an exploration walk, map-less
and trusting our judgment and after about an hour we noticed that the
neighborhood had degraded and was not improving. We had no idea where we were and since it was
a cloudy day, which direction was which and although we knew that we needed to
go south, we couldn’t agree on which way was south.
Hmmmm. Another two
hours of walking and we had worked our way back to our hotel both of us
urgently needing to use the services by this time. We barely beat the rain which returned with a
vengeance and continued throughout the remainder of our stay in Malaga.
The following morning, we decided to head to Cadiz on the
early bus because it was still pouring rain.
We caught a cab in front of our hotel for the embarrassingly short ride
to the bus station and found that amazingly enough, there were tickets
available for the bus to Cadiz. The bus
system in Spain between cities is absolutely amazing: in most cases you do not
need your tickets in advance, with the exception of a few special heavily
traveled routes. The buses are clean and
spacious with a restroom on board and on long trips they will have a scheduled
stop at a station where you can stretch your legs, find restrooms, coffee
shops, newspapers, books or maps, and souvenirs if you are feeling the
need. The bus was less than half full
and we boarded after loading our baggage in the compartment below and settled
in for our four and one-half hour ride along the coast.
The rain stayed with us for the first hour and then it
gradually faded away and we were treated to beautiful vistas along the
Mediterranean coast, the wide fabulous beaches of Tarifa, with glimpses of Marbella,
Estepona, Algeciras and of course, Gibraltar as we transitioned to the Atlantic
coast of Spain.