Up early in the blazing heat and off to the market for yogurt, peaches, figs and wafer cookies. Off to the ferry for a ten-minute trip to Spain. The crowd was pushing and shoving like in a panic. In a tiny town in Spain found the bus station and booked passage to Seville at 16:30. Dropped off baggage at bus station and headed out for lunch with sweat rolling down. The bus to Seville was a milk run and finally arrived in Seville at 120 degrees. It was too late to make a connection to Malaga so ended up in a hostel pit. Had a great dinner although the waiter made a “mistake” and I ended up with a massive fish. Gringo rip off? A huge $9 dinner with a fish fit for two.
20July1978: Torremolinos Again! Sleazy Moroccans
Back in Torremolinos again. Was it 1972 I was here with Mom? It was raunchy and touristy then and it has declined since then. Many youths soaked in liquor and decadence mostly Brits. Immature and ignorant. Why leave England when you have British pubs and clubs in Torremolinos. Monkey’s playing about on chains and hey take a picture of it gringos. And lager ladies and gents puke all over the place when clubbing and fornicate in the streets. AH….the British Empire!
Staying in a meagre room very basic with sleazy Moroccans desperately cruising for European girls and a dream of escaping Morocco across the strait. It is sex and seduction for the Moroccan greasers. Money is running out so go where the Moroccans go. Like the Lanjoran Restaurant up the street for $3.00 chicken and a glass of wine. In addition to Moroccan sexual predators and pasty pissed Brits there are fat waddling tourists from God knows where. What a vulgar middle-class breed.
Photo: Daily Mirror
A Bird's Eye View of Fashion, Food, Travel, Culture, Beverage and Curiosity 