driving the monster
05.07.2005 30 °C
So having recovered from the immense hangover resulting from the beach festival, we all managed to crawl out for a pick nic having been warned (or informed depending on how you look at it) about the local nudist beach we grabbed the next closest spot in a beautiful cove just up the road from Nerja.
The beaches around this part of Spain are all black shingled and not the most tropical looking, although there is the benefit of not collecting sand in your nooks and crannies having been almost drowned and burnt to a crisp for a few consecutive days the crew decided to take the monster into the sierra Nevada
The cheeky Julian had told us we could rent a cabin in the mountains in a small hippie colonised village called Orgiva (dubbed something entirely different and not too imaginative after a few beers...) Of course we all had romantic pictures of log cabins and scantily clad serving men bending to our every whim as we lazed by a shimmering blue pool in the middle of monumental mountains, what we got, was not all to far off although the cabin smelt of damp and was made from some corrugated grey metal building material and the scantily clad serving men materialised as cross eyed spanish builders peering over the fence at us as we, well this bit was good, as we lazed by a shimmering blue pool in the middle of (well semi-monumentous) mountains. It was really beautiful and boy what a view!
Although the first day we got there it thundered and lightening-d like never before, we thought we'd left the sol on the costa del sol! but once it cleared the weather was fabulous!
We got ourselves to the local supermarket and stocked up on beers and food and cooking up a storm we played cards on our balcony until we ran out of alcohol and wandered up to the bar on the campsite. Unfortunately our assumption that the Spainish don't turn up anywhere until about 12 and thats when things get going, led us to fall flat on this occassion as the barman informed us (in espanhol ;p ) that they were shut, fortunately in my own rubbish espanhol I managed to inform him back that we wanted some cervezas he let us take them away and we wiled away the small hours with poker, I had just taught the others the joys of texas hold em, I have discovered that many girls (myself excluded of course ) find it difficult to grasp the concept of bluff betting and bluffing at all...which made the game a strange one but they got it in the end and I won myself a tidy pile of...matchsticks