EH? Where is it?? Oh ye. Right here in MARBELLA baby. I spent my 19th birthday with the lass pictured above (with the exquisite bench) in Marbz, rollin' and patrollin'. Got the train down from Madrid and I have to say it was an excellent service, the views were wonderful and every seat had a table and a TV view. ANYWAIS we got Marbella and spent hours, HOURS (1 hour) searching for our accommodation, which was right in the old town. We saved some dollar staying in a hostel and definitely ended up spending the difference on extensive taxiing to get to all the good spots. The hostel was fine until the last night when the owner and his alcohol dependant M8 4EVA had an exceptionally loud fight in the courtyard below our window, climaxing in one falling asleep and the other yelling to himself until 4.30 in the morn. I thought he was going to come round and kill people to let off angry-steam so I blocked our door with a chair (the single piece of loose furniture in our room).
BUT HEY that was just one woeful moment in the whole trip, let me give ya some HIGHLIGHTS.
MAIN DISCOVERY- the beach in central Marbella is in fact man-made and really shoddy. They transported rock from the nearby mountain range and ground it down to a size that certainly doesn't pass as sand but hey that didn't faze them, they put that baby right down along the coast. So we strolled for nearly two hours eastwards along the shore, and the sand grew finer and whiter until we were back in business. We walked to an area called Elviria which is full of mansions and here you can find Nikki Beach which is where I believe the TOWIE cast went.
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| Elviria |
Nikki Beach is a non-stop party PALACE. They also served the best mojito I've ever had in my loife. Highly recommended if you want to boogie on down.
Don't be phased by the rich mongs. There are also fun poor people there.
The most exciting discovery was Marbella Old Town, which wasn't shown on any of the tourist leaflets or posters but I thought was the best bit of Marbz. We stumbled upon bustling plazas, churches, tiny shops and a castle?! Nobody mentioned a castle.
On our explorations we also found a lovely old man that painted his Vespa. He spoke no English so we never discovered why, but we did bump into him a further two times around Marbella and became prettay CHUMMY. We also found a NEAT diner where we insulted the very essence of spanish culture and had hotdogs and milkshakes. They were divine.
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| Note Mr. Pineapple's really professional card. He could in fact be a tropical impostor. |
Once upon a time in Marbella a cash machine ate my card on a Sunday and I had to go moneyless for 24 hours. I returned the next day to retrieve it and was delighted to be served by none other than Señor Piña, quite literally, MR. PINEAPPLE. He executed the delivery of his name with such magnitude and dulcet pronunciation, caressing every letter of his fruit-derived title, that the meeting essentially went downhill from there and we had to leave, weeping all the way out the door. But I got my card. And Mr. Pineapple's digitz. Sweet.
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