Life and living in Southern Spain by David Robson.

The adventure begins - 5

We exited the 'ballroom' via some French windows, which overlooked the swimming pool, which as you can imagine in January, even in Spain was pretty deserted.

This is when the magical mystery tour began.

We spent the next 10-15 mins following this Spanish waiter around what seem like endless corridors, up and down stairways, round the swimming pool, in an effort to find this alleged room.

If he tried his key in one door with no success, he repeated the exercise 3 or 4 times more, before, after negotiating several more corridors and staircases, he found a door that the key actually fit.

We indicated, that though the room was a bit small, it would be OK for one night.  By this time, it was after 10pm and hunger was beginning  to make me hallucinate anyway, so the room could have been the Royal suite or a broom cupboard for all I knew.

We decided to leave our bags in the car, and head back to the dining room or restaurant or whatever and take on sustenance.

By this time, our "Sherpa" guide had legged it, leaving us to find our way back to civilisation, which took a further ten minutes of dead-ends and backtracks, trying to follow our ears toward the source of the noise - (good job the band was still giving it large!) - though I secretly hoped that it wouldn't go on all night!

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