Torremolinos was going quite well. A bottle of rioja and tapas and some craft beer in a “British Pub”, and the landmarks of the world created in sand. That said, the beach didn’t look that inviting, so we stuck to the coastal path and headed back in search of a craft beer pub that looked… Continue reading THE SHIP INN
“A LITTLE BIT OF ENGLAND” IN TORREMOLINOS
The weather on the Costa del Sol last week was a bit disappointing, but it wasn’t as bad as that forecast. And Mrs RM and I prefer to be able to wear 3 layers of clothing with pockets to carry panda pops bottles for our samples. Torre was the very embodiment of Saga, which I… Continue reading “A LITTLE BIT OF ENGLAND” IN TORREMOLINOS
TORREMOLINOS – TORTURE OR TREAT ?
Mrs RM’s main target on this Spanish trip, in the absence of Beer Guide ticks, was El Camanito del Rey, a walkway over a gorge that I guess is almost as thrilling as the bridge over the River Don into Kelham Island. But for now I don’t know as Mr Rey cancelled our trips on… Continue reading TORREMOLINOS – TORTURE OR TREAT ?
COSTA DEL CRAFT
I know you’re only reading these tales from Spain to see if I find Draught Bass (possibly on 1 April) or craft murk. Well 1 out of 2 ain’t bad. Central Beers actually says “Craft” on the wall so it must be authentic. Tucked away about 137 streets north of the cathedral in the Old… Continue reading COSTA DEL CRAFT
SARDINES AND SAN MIGUEL ON MALAGA BEACH
This morning’s post comes to you from historic Antequera Station, by common consensus the dullest in Spain. No cafe, no vending machine, nothing. The Oxenholme for the Lake District of the South, perhaps. There’s so much to see in Malaga Old Town, particularly in the religious shops. Or above it, as here. And the smell… Continue reading SARDINES AND SAN MIGUEL ON MALAGA BEACH
FONTS AND FREE TAPAS
Day 1 in Malaga. 12:30, time for lunch. Well, obviously that’s breakfast time in Spain, where everyone eats their tea at lunchtime. But the breakfast at B & B Hotel was a bit meagre, from the pastries and pate camp. Because we’d declined to have our room cleaned each night (Covid !) one breakfast was… Continue reading FONTS AND FREE TAPAS
MAGICAL MALAGA CATHEDRAL
Ten more holiday snaps from the Costa del Sol, as Mrs RM ticks Malaga Cathedral. I think I was dragged to Torremolinos (wait, wait !) as a tubby ten year old; I can just about remember the stuffed donkeys at the airport. Loads of Brits arrive at Malaga Airport each year; how many visit the… Continue reading MAGICAL MALAGA CATHEDRAL
BAR LEMMY OR BAR MORRISSEY ?
OK, first set of the Malaga holiday snaps. Enjoy, or look forward to me swapping Malaga for Dover in a week’s time. I knew almost nothing about Malaga, bar the fact that City nicked the greatest manager in their history in 2013, sending their brave team into freefall. I had no idea it was home… Continue reading BAR LEMMY OR BAR MORRISSEY ?
MY FIRST ATTEMPT AT ORDERING A BEER IN SPANISH IS A DISASTER
So, you were wrong. Our flight from Manchester Airport took us not to the Beer Guide oasis of Jersey or Kirkwall, but rather the GBG desert of Malaga. Bing Maps doesn’t have an air travel option, so you’ll have to believe it took us 43:35 hours by bus. This short trip was a concession to… Continue reading MY FIRST ATTEMPT AT ORDERING A BEER IN SPANISH IS A DISASTER
AIRPORT
Yes, we’ve been off for a short break to a mystical land WITHOUT BEER GUIDE ENTRIES, at the insistence of Mrs RM who’s bored of Sheffield, and also of Pro Properties of Hillsborough who want to get on with finishing off our downstairs en-suite garage conversion (special rates for Patronised readers of this blog). It… Continue reading AIRPORT
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