Malaga & Me

Recently I indulged in a mini-break to the beautiful and culture rich city of Malaga. Not only does it boast of multiple vast beaches, it is bursting the breath taking views. I’d been to Malaga once before, visiting Torremolinos briefly while passing through on my way to Granada (also beautiful), this time I stayed a little way away from the city centre.

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Why Malaga? If you are like me, I’m still finding my feet travel-wise. It wasn’t the first time I boarded a plane without my parents – it was the fifth time – but it was the very time with my bliss. I’m not kidding, I hate flying, and yet this time I willingly travelled feeling safer than I usually do. Granted, it was a better airline… BA was definitely a lot cleaner than Ryan Air or Easy Jet.

The flight to Malaga was unbelievably comfy, smooth and was over quickly. Exactly what you’d expect from a flight. Arriving at the airport, at the arrivals gate there was a guy with my name written on a clipboard. That might not be a big deal to anyone else, but to me, it was a moment, I felt like a somebody… that was until realised that my name didn’t fit on the clipboard.

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The car was nicer than I was expecting, I really have to commend the transport service. I was comfortable, in a air conditioned car cruising through night-time Malaga. When you are abroad, you know you are abroad. If you haven’t travelled out of your home country, I urge you, go.

Passing the city centre, the car took me to Hotel Zenit. From the outside, it looked modest, quiet, decent. The inside; was surprising, marble floors, simple and clean decor, and inviting. Unfortunately, I can’t speak Spanish, and I applaud those who learn the basics of the country they travel to. I really should have, because a simple gracias, hola, and cómo etás is not sufficient to get through a holiday.

Hungry my elation and I discovered a nearby Dominos, and ordered what we thought was a Hawaiian stuffed crust pizza, and chicken wings, only to be presented with a second stuffed crust pizza with chicken and mushrooms. Remember when I said I couldn’t speak in Spanish, well let me add to that. I can’t read in Spanish either, I knew enough to work out that chicken was pollo, so that felt safe enough to order.

Determined my glee inspired me to order the chicken wings. Granted they were dry, (and I mean very dry), but I got what I wanted in the end.

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Back to the hotel, I got comfortable and flicked through the TV channels. Why did I try to watch Spanish TV, laugh with me! We all know you can watch a telenovella without subtitles, grasp the raw latin passion and follow the story without understanding what the actors are saying. Their portrayal of the characters tells you all you need to know. I turned off the TV and turned to Netflix and watched some Family Guy.

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The next few days seemed to merge into one, after waking up a little disoriented forgetting I had travelled. I decided to hit the city centre and have a little wander around. There was some gorgeous street art on the way in, and some lovely boutiques. One in particular caught my eye, an Arabic inspired piece with some gorgeous handmade leather bags and sandals decorated in the window.

Driven by desire to get a bite and escape from the berating sun I fled to a nearby cafe. After re-fuelling, I headed further into the centre, passing through what we later discovered was a park, stumbling upon the beach almost by accident, Playa de la Malaguetta.

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I decided a tour would be a great way to the rest of the city, as it was far too hot to walk everywhere. Armed with a new plan, I decided to take a segway tour around the town. I wish you could see my stumbling and squealing as I attempted to ride it around town, or how ridiculous I looked grinning as I trailed behind the instructor, every few minutes slowing down because I was terrified of falling. I did get better, but I won’t go as far as to say that I mastered it, but I didn’t fall … winning! I am pleased to report that it went well, I toured the city centre and really enjoyed it.

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After the segway, I boarded a sightseeing bus tour to see the other points of interest outside of the centre. I wasn’t effectively warned that this bus would climb a hill. The hill I had seen earlier but decided to stay well away from! I’m not kidding, the bus climbed it. All the way to the top. Castillo Gilbralfo. Why? Why me? I’m afraid of heights! The view, though stunning was a little terrifying. Feeling calmer, I started to take it the staggering views, granted the sheer height was scary, but it really was something to behold.

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By now you may have guessed that I wasn’t alone. I was on a baecation. He kept me calm while I was the segway; climbing the Castillo Gibralfo, helped to navigate the city and was the most excellent company. It was a great holiday, the first of many…

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