I’d left Mrs RM to rest while I walked up Malaga’s castle on our last day, but I found I was missing her dreadfully as I weighed up my last tick tope.
Not much to weigh up, two of the craft beer options seemed closed, and I’d walked past La Madriguera a dozen times and thought “Hmm“.
Fairly plain, and with a motto of “No **** (Bass ?) on tap“, it looked quite pubby and the beer board had words like “Citra” and “hazy” and “DIPA”. It really was the Port St Beer House of the Costa del Sol.
Of course, in Manchester I can pick up on banter about Ancoats house prices and Foden’s hair cuts and the new tripe bar on Thomas St, but here I could understand nothing.
Never mind, I ordered by numbers, sticking to the local murk.
What really impressed though was the soundtrack.
I guess a playlist running from Tull to Patti to Zappa isn’t quite as eclectic as mine, but once I’d ordered the 9.7% Pastry Stout from Torremolinos I forgave them that.
I sent Mrs RM a little map showing the route from the Ibis.
39 minutes later, Mrs RM showed up, I ordered the two last beers that weren’t Belgian or lager, and headed for the cosy bench seating at the rear.
Mrs RM decided it a bit like her Beer 52 subscription, which she’s just cancelled, unbelievably.
Whatever it was, and some of the hazy stuff came from San Sebastian, it was gorgeous. Nothing under 6%, mind.
A great last night in a city I felt I was only scratching the surface of when we left.
In 1975, I brought back a colourful toy donkey from my first Spanish holiday. In 2022, people seem to have quirkier souvenirs in mind.
retiredmartin 
There seems to be decent bottled beer places everywhere now…has this always been the case?
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I saw places like this in Italy a decade ago, which is just after they started appearing in Manchester and London, I guess.
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39 minutes. Hmm! Note how Mrs RM’s route took her within sniffing distance of the Museso del Vino Malaga. Just saying…
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It’s the patriarchal society, Mark, that forces her to brush her hair before she leaves.
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Did she pub crawl her way there. Is the beer subscription cancelled in favour of her exciting homebrew experiments?
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“39 minutes” reminds me that this time yesterday I had both Holdens Mild and Bathams Best Bitter in the Great Western during the 31 minutes between trains at Wolverhampton.
Earlier I had my fastest ever Fullers ESB, about three minutes, when in the Doric Arch I saw on the monitor that the 4.05pm for Stafford had been cancelled and I had best get the 3.40pm instead.
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Three minutes !
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About three minutes.
I was ready to get home from my first proper excursion in 25 months and didn’t want a two hour wait for the 6.05pm departure.
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Coprolatte…which reminds me, a coprolite (also known as a coprolith) is fossilised faeces. Coprolites are classified as trace fossils, as opposed to body fossils, as they give evidence for the animal’s behaviour – in this case, diet – rather than morphology.
The name is derived from the Greek words kopros – meaning “dung” – and lithos, meaning “stone”. They were first described by William Buckland in 1829. Prior to this they were known as “fossil fir cones” and “bezoar stones”. They serve a valuable purpose in paleontology, because they provide direct evidence of the predation and diet of extinct organisms.
Coprolites may range in size from a few millimetres to over sixty centimetres across.
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Blimey.
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“Lithos” meaning “stone” might most widely be used nowadays in the printing process !lithography”. .
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“fossil fir cones” and “bezoar stones”. Bezos stones, found in the Amazon jungle?
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