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Life and living in Southern Spain by David Robson. The adventure begins - 4 We finally made our way out the maze that's known as Motril, and headed back along the N340 towards Salobreņa, and beyond. A mile or two out of Salobreņa, on the left hand side we saw the sign again in large blue neon letters "Hotel Salobreņa". You'll remember my comment about Sod's law? - well we pulled in up the driveway to a quite impressive looking building - so far so good, - maybe our luck was changing. Going through entrance left us unsure as to what we might expect. Firstly, it was very bright. To call it busy would be an under-statement - heaving was definitely a more accurate description. Somewhere a band played - loudly. Anne asked about a room - "Si Seņora" - quick response, sounds promising. She asked if we could look at it "Si Seņora", less quick response, but OK they were busy. After hanging around shouting at each other over the racket for a quarter of an hour, someone came and asked us to follow them. We did this. Out through the bar, across the dance floor, which was positively jumping with what appeared to be geriatrics on prozac, or steroids or something. |
For anyone
interested in photos of these travels, and various other. and subsequent
jaunts around Spain, - Watch this space for up-coming various links to places
as diverse as Motril and Cordoba to Valencia and Seville.
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