My first holiday in Competa
Monday, June 24, 2013 @ 1:35 PM
I travelled from North Africa where I was working at the time and landed at Malaga airport. In those days it was a tiny place - just a big shed really - not the big modern building it is today. Even then there were millions of Brits and other northern Europeans going to Spain so goodness knows how they coped. I don't remember there being many queues.
We hired a car and drove up the twisty turning road to Competa - a road I described in one of my articles as "zig zagging crazily uphill". Arriving in the main square at midnight was an experience. There were people in the bars enjoying the balmy night air. We had been booked into a hostel on the square by an estate agent. We didn't know we weren't allowed to park there, and got our first fine! It was all sorted out though and in the end we didn't have to pay! The other experience was trying to explain in our non existent Spanish that my father and I wanted separate rooms!
The next morning we were met by the estate agent and taken to my friend's house where we were to stay for the next two weeks. The weather was glorious - not too hot even though it was July.