For a short week trip to Torremolinos I was not expecting to keep up my travel diary. But with some pressure from friends I caved in and I even agreed on adding some pictures – which we’ll have to see about.
Somehow I manage to book my vacation trips the day after Hubhult party’s – now the second in a row. This time though, my flight from Copenhagen airport leaves in a more reasonable time – 3:20 pm and I’m also more prepared not to oversleep. I do take my time in the morning with an early lunch at home along with some coffee and time to watch the news. Strolling down along Pildamsparken in a very light drizzle, I feel good. It’s definitively time for some vaca!
Meeting Otto at Triangeln station I at least get some company waiting for my train. Not only is it late but full to bursting. At the airport, trying to get in the right lane, for baggage drop, I see all the different types of airport people – and most are not showing the best human behaviour. I do question what it is with airports and how they bring out the worst in people. Is it just because you are in a hurry when you are late to the airport – or you think you are in a hurry? Myself, I’m just waiting in the line, peacefully, letting the odd conversations wash over me, the complaints on how long the queue is, how long time it takes, why do they only have two registers open. You know it all, you’ve been there and seen it before. I do hope you’ve not been one of those people.
A pleasant surprise is the very short queue to the security control and I’m through in about ten minutes, but there are still hick-ups. If you fly twice a year – you know what to do, what not to do – how hard can it be? Do you have a laptop or tablet, remove it from your bag. You got toiletries, they are fitting in the plastic bag, remove it from your bag. Do you have anything – and I mean anything – in your pockets, remove it along with your belt. Take off your jacket or heavy hoodie. Put it all in the bins…
After a quick order pick-up of some toiletries I’m back by the bar of Le Sommelier – awaiting boarding.
The flight is about 20 minutes late, no wonder I’m flying budget. The seat is fairly small but I’m lucky and get an aisle seat and a short fit young lady beside me. For me the flight contains some drinks, some reading and the start of translating my old travelling diaries. If you’re used to Copenhagen airport then Malaga airport is a blessing, but then again it seems fairly small. My bag is quickly found on the conveyer belt – very quickly! After a little detour I find the shuttle company and the bus that will take me to Torremolinos and Hotel Fenix.
I get an upgrade – if only for one night. A junior suit with a really big balcony, due to issues with the air conditioning in my reserved room.
It was late, around 9pm and I decided to go for some food and the went to the closest restaurant to the hotel (that I of course already had looked up at home) – Vinoteca Las Tablas. The restaurant is a really cozy and romantic restaurant. It’s not for single persons or with your friends for just a good time. Family or partner works better for this place. The food though, it is really good and so is the service even if some things take a bit of a time.
A while later I walked towards a “tequila” bar. A bunch of teenager looked to be robbing a place I went by. I did not say anything, one reason is that I don’t speak Spanish and I really don’t know what they were doing there – some of them might actually have lived there. The bar was closed – or closing – so I headed towards a beer bar – La Cervezateca. They had some Spanish beer but were more specialized for the more standardized European and American beers. But the Spanish beer I tasted, awesome!
Naparbier Sandokan DIPA was a really nice DIPA with lots of hops but not the bitter aftertaste. Jack the Ripa is a pleasant IPA with a touch of bitterness but also a faint flowery taste.
Here I noticed (I had actually noted this at the restaurant already) that most people around me were Spanish. But I had a nice time even if I did not understand or could communicate to that many people. After a while a party of three, a girl – Laura (later when we started talking about our different ages, it showed she was not that young), a guy and an older man called me over. They were over from Sevilla. The girl lived in Malaga and her boyfriend visited and had happened to get to know the older fellow – on a nudist beach. They later took me out on the town and showed me bar after bar with only men. It seems Torremolinos is a gay paradise.