The Caves

The hotel is right on the beach but our room is on the town rather than sea side. We didn't pay the extra £70 it'd have costed for the week for a room with a sea view - though you can actually see the sea from our small balcony. £70 seems a lot when you're booking but, given the right weather, perhaps not once you're here looking at the sea.

The buffet breakfast was OK but doesn't bode well for the dinner - maybe we'll go out - there're plenty of restaurants around town. I'm sitting listening to the lapping of the waves as I write this in the poolside bar.



After a quick intro to the resort from the rep at which we advise we'd like to rent a car and arrange to see her tomorrow to firm up the details, we head up to the bus station to check the times for trips to Malaga and the famous Caves of Nerja. We decide to head for the caves at 4 when they open after the siesta. In the meantime we do a lot of walking around the town.



We went into the caves last time we were here and they've lost none of their magnificence. It's really just one huge cave, a vast cathedral like space where, occasionaly, concerts are held and which holds the largest stalagmite in Europe. We decide against purchasing the rather startled looking likenesses of ourselves, photographed as we entered the cave.

From the caves we head back to the hotel for drinks at the bar where we partake of some Malagan wine. It's fortified and so sold in smaller measures than usual - reminiscent of port or sherry and has a kick to it.

With dinner we polish off an entire bottle of wine and then set out into the night on a search to see one of the many elusive noisy cicadas we can hear in the undergrowth...we fail miserably but know they must be able to see us, as they stop chirruping whenever we move a little closer....