Went to the supermarket this morning, it was closed, a first for us on a Sunday in Spain. We decided to walk along the beachfront and came across a massive group of very noisy
Spaniards waiting at a bus stop.
I asked if they were waiting for the bus to Pueblos Mojacar ( a place we thought to visit yesterday ). Oh yes, I was told, only ten minutes to wait for the autobus :O) The coach duly turned up and the fifty or more Spaniards made a dash for the door. One man tried in vain to keep order but they all squeezed and pushed and shoved and shouted and a lady lost a shoe - it was hilarious! Greg said: 'Let's go, we'll never get on with this many people'...' No,' said I 'even if we don't get on the bus I'm watching this.' The coach driver tried to take fares and keep the peace as they fought over seats. After about ten minutes of elbow fest, the few 'sane' ones who had waited patiently, got on and there was just enough standing room for me and Greg as well. So, with tyres flat to the tarmac, thinking we must be caught in a hen house, jiggling along with Spaniards talking at us like machine guns never pausing for breath ( no answers expected here), fifty plus vociferous monologues going on simultaneously. We soon found ourselves about five miles down the coast and in this time I'd met two teachers and a retired Fireman from Granada ( he got his badge out to show me he'd done thirty-five years service!). We were dumped off the coach with all these chickens still clucking and crowing, to find ourselves way way away from where we thought we were going! So, pigeon Spanish to the fore again, we were told that a yellow bus would arrive in fifty minutes and take us up to the village about 8kms away. We drank a lot of water, had a few Tapas, the bus arrived and away we went to Mojacar hill village. What a beautiful spot, 180* views either out to sea or across a massive river valley and more of the gorgeous Andalucian streets. Of course I didn't have my camera because I thought we were going to the supermarket this morning - remember? Had lunch, sat in the sun, waited for a bus back. The bus only took us so far then veered unexpectedly to the West. Off we got and walked three miles east along the shore towards Garrucha. Such a beautiful afternoon, sea turquoise, kitesurfers, families dancing to a band on the beach, I collected some pebbles... finally got back to the boat at 6pm. Tomorrow we're going to try the supermarket again LOL. Of course we could end up in Madrid if today was anything to go by!
I asked if they were waiting for the bus to Pueblos Mojacar ( a place we thought to visit yesterday ). Oh yes, I was told, only ten minutes to wait for the autobus :O) The coach duly turned up and the fifty or more Spaniards made a dash for the door. One man tried in vain to keep order but they all squeezed and pushed and shoved and shouted and a lady lost a shoe - it was hilarious! Greg said: 'Let's go, we'll never get on with this many people'...' No,' said I 'even if we don't get on the bus I'm watching this.' The coach driver tried to take fares and keep the peace as they fought over seats. After about ten minutes of elbow fest, the few 'sane' ones who had waited patiently, got on and there was just enough standing room for me and Greg as well. So, with tyres flat to the tarmac, thinking we must be caught in a hen house, jiggling along with Spaniards talking at us like machine guns never pausing for breath ( no answers expected here), fifty plus vociferous monologues going on simultaneously. We soon found ourselves about five miles down the coast and in this time I'd met two teachers and a retired Fireman from Granada ( he got his badge out to show me he'd done thirty-five years service!). We were dumped off the coach with all these chickens still clucking and crowing, to find ourselves way way away from where we thought we were going! So, pigeon Spanish to the fore again, we were told that a yellow bus would arrive in fifty minutes and take us up to the village about 8kms away. We drank a lot of water, had a few Tapas, the bus arrived and away we went to Mojacar hill village. What a beautiful spot, 180* views either out to sea or across a massive river valley and more of the gorgeous Andalucian streets. Of course I didn't have my camera because I thought we were going to the supermarket this morning - remember? Had lunch, sat in the sun, waited for a bus back. The bus only took us so far then veered unexpectedly to the West. Off we got and walked three miles east along the shore towards Garrucha. Such a beautiful afternoon, sea turquoise, kitesurfers, families dancing to a band on the beach, I collected some pebbles... finally got back to the boat at 6pm. Tomorrow we're going to try the supermarket again LOL. Of course we could end up in Madrid if today was anything to go by!
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