rains all night, and rains all day, pausing at supper time but then
drizzling. Hmmm. This puts Lenore in a bad mood. It also puts Ralph
on his backside, for the surfaces of the lanes in Torrox become
very slippery and he falls on the way to the car park...
drive to Granada, via Motril, through the rain (a two hour journey).
The coast, which becomes less over-developed east of Nerja, is shrouded
in mist, the mountains in cloud. This way we approach Granada through
commercial suburbs and ugly housing that spreads to the south on
drive into the centre and find ourselves a room at the Hotel Molinos,
which is, according to the Guiness Book of Records, the world's
narrowest hotel. It is wide enough for us anyway, though the bath
is rather on the short side.
parking the car in the hotel's somewhat alarming car park, which
involves climbing a steep pavement and squeezing through a narrow
entrance into the subterranean bowels of a building around the corner,
we walk into town.
despite the rain, is a splendid city, though the pavements, like
those of Torrox, become treacherous after rain, and Ralph has to
watch his step all day (especially the stretches of marble or large
head westwards to Place Nueva and then north along Carrera del Darro.
Turning left up one of the narrow lanes we explore some of the maze,
heading generally southwards until we reach, I think, Tina Babole,
beside which was an old charcoal oven (I think), the rain making
it smalle of soot. From here we drop down Calderea Nueva and back
to Place Nueva. After a rest stop in a cafe we head back to the
Hotel to rest and dry out until 15:30, when we hit the streets again.
time we start amongst the streets to the south west of Nueva, and
then work our way round in an oval, ending up at xxxx, at the top
of the old town. Descending once again, we potter around doing a
little window shopping, before going to the Archaeological Museum.
This was a disappointment as the second floor wasn't open because
of a staff shortage, and if it is anything like the first floor
it should have been very interesting. Black mark folks!
we go in search of vegan food. We dine at xxxx, on hummus and vegetable
couscous. The waiter enjoys teasing us because of our lack of Spanish
and our incomprehension of most of what he says. We even resort
to French at one stage.
end the evening with a pleasant drink in the friendly and hospitable
Bar Chorilo, almost next to the hotel, where they are putting up
Christmas decorations and generally enjoying themselves, sometimes
in voluble French.
the night it rains heavily.Water drips loudly outside from gutterless
roofs. At one point there is a thunderous crash and a rattle of
broken ceramic either tiles have slid from a roof or a potted
plant has fallen into the street. Also, in our bathroom there is
a device that sprays smelly stuff into the room. It makes a loud
click at random intervals. This keeps Ralph awake...
TOUR AROUND GRANADA IN THE RAIN