The Resort

Once upon a time, our stay in Geneva had come to an end, so we decided it was time to head to the beach. We had acquired very cheap accomodations along the Costa del Sol, the southern coast of Spain on the Mediterranean Sea. Getting there took the better part of a day, using (almost) the cheapest transportation available.

Study the map well... you may be quizzed on locations one day! Our travels (in not-so-accurate red crayon) went in a roughly counterclockwise direction.


We first flew with EasyJet from Geneva to Madrid; upon arriving we tried to buy bus tickets to Malaga but were told that bus tickets were sold out until mid-afternoon. Taking the train was an option but it would have been about 70 euros each instead of 20. When we arrived in Malaga by bus almost six hours later, we took the metro to the neighbouring town of Fuengirola, at which time there were no more buses running. So the last bit we did by taxi... what's another 20 euros at the end of a long day of travelling?

Here was the view from our very large balcony:



View from the other side of the suite, and the least messy-room photo I could find:



We had to walk a few hundred metres to get to the beach, but that was close enough. As luck would have it, our week at the resort was not the warmest so we didn't end up swimming at all that week. Come to think of it, we didn't swim at all during our trip. Which is fine by me: Carrie may be life guard material, but my own swimming abilities are equivalent to those of a brick.



More some other day.