Life and living in Southern Spain by David Robson.

The adventure begins - 7

We set off on the road, yet again, back  to Almuñecar, but this time we turned of the N340 toward what we thought would be the town centre.

The thing about Spanish road signs is that the really important ones such as centro de ciudad or town centre are usually both very small and poorly illuminated, (if at all).

So, we just followed the one way system, and after much to-ing and fro-ing and going round in several circles, finally by a stroke of luck, or just gross mis-management,  we found a hotel open and booked in.

By this time, not only were we tired and hungry, but we were wet, as it had rained steadily since leaving Motril.

As we had turned off the N340 into Almuñecar, in the dark and drizzle, we had noticed a Macdonalds glowing with light and obviously open. 

Now this would not be our first, or in most cases, our last choice of dining, but when "your stomach thinks your throat's been cut", it's time to make concessions.

In fact, it wasn't bad, and since we seemed to be the only customers prepared to brave the wet night, the manager gave us each a free pudding!.

Appetites, (or at least stomachs), suitably satiated, we backtracked to the hotel and collapsed into bed, convinced that the morning would see us moving on, quick as you like. 

In the words of the song "We gotta get out o'  this place!" - Zzzzz.

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