While many of my emails to marinas on my route (requesting the availability of a berth), are either ignored or given short thrift (i.e. “go away.. you are too small a boat to bother with”…take note Italy and Gibraltar!), it was an unexpected pleasure to deal with the small boat friendly and professional staff at Fuengirola.
For what it’s worth, the marina gets my enthusiastic recommendation. It’s inexpensive (7.45 a night with electricity and WiFi), secure, well managed, and situated in a real town!
And while I’m unashamedly giving plugs for the city:
If you see this smartly dressed dog, be sure to say hello to her very simpatico owners for me!
If you fancy dining on authentic Italian pizza (not the popular Spanish equivalent that’s made of cement and seemingly flattened by a steam roller), then seek out this establishment.
I admit to having cravings for pizza while cruising. If I could fit a pizza oven on Eileen, I’d be in gastronomic heaven, but alas I have to make do with a plastic box for germinating alfalfa sprouts… Not quite the same, but I’m trying to convince myself that it’s a far healthier substitute.
Oh, and if you’d rather frequent a locals establishment (for drinks and tapas), go no further than ‘La Fonda’ (opposite the bus station). You will undoubtedly be well looked after.
All of which made my stay in Fuengirola grand. I liked it so much, I went to fetch my mother and inflicted a weeks holiday (with me) on her. I even bullied her aboard Eileen to endure a day-sail / fishing trip and have the photographic evidence to prove it!
Our amateurish attempts to harvest the seas bounty here were however, frustrated by one small issue. The complete lack of fish to be caught anywhere near La Costa del Sol.
I’m told by a reliable source that the local ‘sports fishermen’ now often resort to accidentally having their lines stray into fish farm enclosures to guarantee that catch. Is this so that they can return home with enough bounty to justify the cost of taking out the diesel dollar guzzler… I mean… the leisure cruiser?
No surprise given that trawlers by the dozen sieve the sea of everything edible, leaving nothing but plastic bags, bottles and assorted junk in their wake.
I might have to wait until I reach the Atlantic before I can catch another meal, but the lure goes into the water despite the dismal prospects.