Finally, we were up to the part of the journey which Iain had *especially* been looking forward to.....the beach!
The Costa del la Luz (coast of light) is the western coastal region of Spain, and also one of the ones that is LEAST overrun with Brittish tourists. Sorry to all the Britt readers, but obviously we wanted our trip to Spain to be somewhat Spanish, and not simply a peice of Brittain with good weather.
We wanted to avoid staying in a city, and definately wanted to find a place right on the beach...and OMG I found the biggest bargain in the world. We stayed at the Valentine Sancti Petri 4* resort which is about 15km south of Cadiz. We paid only 45 pounds a night, and for this privilage we were 200m from the beach, had 3 pools, good resteraunts, and a HUGE buffet breakfast included in the price. It was an absolute bargain. Apart from us and a couple of Germans, the resort was full fo Spaniards which was great.
We had mixed fortunes with the weather, but mostly I put the camera away and we spent some wonderful time on the beach, playing in the sand and paddling in the water. Here are a couple of pics...
The pic below is of the boys eating lunch at one of the poolside resteraunts one day.
On our third day there, we woke up to pretty dreich (check out that Scottish word huh???) weather, so we decided to jump in the car and take a tour down the coast to the town of Tarifa.
The journey down was great, and by far the most beautiful drive of our trip so far. The grass was green, there was plenty of hills, the water was blue, the sand yellow, and there were plenty of Ferdinand the Bulls which pleased Iain.
Tarifa is a small tourist town, which is the most southern point on the European mainland. You can SEE Africa from the shoreline. The town itself was a pretty funky touristy place, but there was also a quaint old town area as well. We had nice tradional lunch there, a short walk and then headed back up the coast.
The coast just north of Tarifa is reknowned for it's windsurfing and and kitesurfing, so we pulled into a beach on the way up to coast to watch the action.
A few km's further back up the coast, there was a turn off for another beach so we drove on in. We took a fork in the road which headed up the hill, and we ended up on top of a migrating sand dune with this view...
The boys fell asleep in the car at about this point, and we were almost back to Sancti Petri when we had this conversation:
ME: "Hey Stu, get a load of that, can you see it?"
HIM: "Nuh, see what?"
ME: "That white town on top of that hill"
HIM: "Yeah, I see it now"
ME: "It looks cool, and steep, wanna go have a look? I hate heights (giggle)".
So Stu drove our big arse car up the steepest street, and the windyest streets, and into the town of . We hadn't noticed it when we were travelling south, as it is on the southern side of this huge hill.
Stu was, quite frankly, crapping himself. As the streets were so narrow, and he was afraid of getting stuck. But we employed our failproof method called "follow that car", and we ended up at the top of this hill, in this beautiful white town called Vejer de la Frontera. Here we are....a self portrait with the camera on timer.
It was such an intriguing place, and we would have loved to have stayed and wandered, but with the boys asleep it wasn't an option, so we headed back home....with Stu crapping himself all the way down.
Then it was back to the resort, and another day or so spent on the beach.
I'd definately go back to the Costa del la Luz again. It was a brilliant beach holiday with the option of some day trips and culture to boot.....the next and final installment is The White Villages....