Days 13-15 - The end of the tour - winding down

Our apartment complex (well some of it) - Fuentes de Nerja

The next few days involved mainly more slobbing and also the discovery of another restaurant just up the street from us (the street being the Calle de Malaga) – Rosi’s Bar.  At first I thought this was maybe an English place, which is why we visited it late, but it turns out it’s run by a couple of local lads (Rosi is their mum).  Nice food and a relaxed place to eat (the watch/sunglasses sales guys and buskers don’t seem to bother with it).  So there’s another recommendation.  During the last couple of days we took another morning out to Velez Malaga – interesting enough but not a place we’d bother with again.

One silver lining of the bust aircon cloud was that I found out from our “concierge” that there was no need to vacate the apartment early on Saturday because she wasn’t cleaning it until Sunday, ready for new tenants on Monday.  This was a major bonus because our flight home wasn’t until nearly midnight.  That meant we didn’t have to find something to do for the whole day or go home in a somewhat unkempt state.  An extra day’s worth of slob – perfect.  The only notable incident that day involved our resident tramp. 

This guy spent the night on a bench in the little square in front of our balcony.  That wasn’t an issue for us because he was some distance away and you couldn’t smell him from our place…  The thing was that he left all of his gear on the bench during the day.  Understandably, nobody touched this stuff all week – until Saturday…  On Saturday they were having a mini fiesta in the square and a market accompanied it.  So, the guys stuff got moved (not far away but off the bench).  Our guess is that he came back and threw a bit of a wobbler that somehow involved him falling over and gashing his arm.  We came back from our habitual walk and found the paramedics dealing with him.  Interestingly enough, we only saw paramedics on the street twice during our hols and both time it was to sort out tramps.  What a satisfying job that must be – rather them than me.

The return to the airport was, thankfully uneventful as was the flight back home.  I think we were the last flight into Liverpool because our bags came out very quickly (so everyone could get home?).  We were back home within an hour of hitting the runway and our lovely little holiday had come to an end.  Back to “real” life…