I could call Torremolinos a cesspool but being polite I will say it is a meagre place full of pasty and ill behaved Brits boozing it up and partying away drinking British beer of course. Just like home! Why would people cram into chartered jets and save all year to come to Miami Beach here? Hopped on a bus in search of a beach and it seemed most stunk of sewage. Crashed a hotel pool full of Scandinavians. Trudged home in the blazing heat and had a shower with water spilling out all over the place. What a pit this place is. Dinner at the Moroccan frequented Lanjaron restaurant for chicken with potatoes, soup, salad and mineral water for $3.75. Back home after an ice cream to an increasingly depressing room. It gives you great confidence to return and see a rat scurrying over your doorstep. And while at dinner there was a near gypsy riot in front of our table. There was a dispute amongst the gypsies and the hustlers. Begging is big business in Torremolinos.
“Travels to a Different Time” : 25July1978: Torremolinos, Spain: The Meagreness of Torremolinos: Gypsies vs Hustlers!
