Life and living
in Southern Spain by David Robson. July 2007
The adventure
begins
It was January 2002 when my wife Anne,
and I, set off in our slightly dilapidated VW, towing our vastly
over-loaded Ifor Williams box trailer, replete with our life-long
possessions, heading for southern Spain.
We had visited
Spain the previous January and 'sussed out' the country, by taking an
Easyjet flight from Liverpool to Malaga and hiring a Daewoo Matiz, which
is similar to a dinky toy car, for those of you unfamiliar with the
vehicle, and proceeding to drive 2500 miles around Spain in 10 days.
Needless to say
Georg, the car hire tout at the airport, who rented it to us, said on
seeing the speedometer when we returned the vehicle: "Ze nes' time senyor,
mebbe you rent ze larger car", (or words to that effect).
He was probably
starting to regret accosting us in the airport forecourt, where after the
flight arrived late, and the car hire office had closed, we were stood
looking non-plussed. His vehicle had probably depreciated in value
by 20% with the additional mileage alone, let alone the wear and tear.
It was only our
second visit to the country, and our previous visit to Spain had been in
August 1993 to Barcelona. The year after the city had hosted
the Olympics.
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