The Beer Run and a Bomb Shelter

With the beer shelf of the fridge looking sadly empty we interrupted our morning to take a quick trip to Adra and our current favourite shop for essentials –  Lidl.

We timed it right as there was 50% off the second bottle of most of the ‘nice’ beer labels, so we threw Belgium, the Czech Republic, and Germany into the trolley with some of their Italian range of food and headed back.

“Fancy a look at the museum while we’re here?” asked Museum Man Stan. (I wish he felt the same about the beach)

I did, so… we did.

Entering the museum, the nice chap at reception turned on the lights and gave us a few pointers for looking around – then asked where we were from. “Ireland  – piped up Museum Man Stan – he almost always refuses to admit to his Queen and country – Er, Alpujarras, we live in the Alpujarras.”

Nice chap: “Which part?”

Stan: “Murtas”.

Nice Man: “Ah Murtaaaa  – a big smile – (it’s always the same reaction). My family were from there in the 1800’s….There’s also another foreigner there, an Englishman, a photographer, do you know him?”

Soy yo, (That would be me)” admitted the Honorary Irishman.

Apparently, they had met years ago, when Nice Chap visited the village and he purchased one of Stan’s photographs that was displayed in the bar – giving him his contact details and asking for more, explaining that Nice Chap was in fact the tecnico cultural for Adra, and he wanted to do an exhibition of the Honorary Irishman’s work. Yay.

Except the Honorary Eeejit lost the details and never followed it up.

So, fast forward to this morning.  Nice Chap turned out to be Javier Sanchez Real, author of Farua, that annual cultural book on Adra, in addition to his tourism/cultural role, and a mine of info on Adra.

We promised to come back armed with camera and notebook – because the museum is seriously good,  and I’ll cover more on it in another post, but do go – and he gave Hon Eejit all the details again, as unbelievably he is still interested. He’s also love me to write some info in English 🙂


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Javier then directed us down the street to the ancient town walls, and instructed us to claim a key from a bar, saying he sent us 🙂 which would enable us to have a private look inside the Civil War bomb shelter, which we duly did. It was fascinating, and was also used to shelter those who walked the route from Málaga to Almería as detailed in the book The Crime on the Road by Norman Bethune. Paul Read  – Forgotten Stories From Spain: The Ambulance Man And The Spanish Civil War is another great read on the same subject.

So that was our rather interesting morning…yours?

Soho Málaga: Street Art and Boho Living

Last Monday we dropped No. 1 son back to Málaga airport, and the first leg of his trip back to Bangor Uni and his waiting exams. Christmas and New Year done and dusted, we chose Monday to check in overnight in Málaga (a date now better remembered as the day Ziggy Stardust checked out of planet Earth).



We love a short city break, a chance to breathe a bit of carbon monoxide and eat nicer tapas than is served up in the Alpujarra hills of home (which is admittedly a bit hill-billy and decidedly porcine). With fish tapas on our minds, and the idea of a cold Victoria beer or twenty, we booked the fairly modest 3* Soho Bahia Malaga, aiming to explore that area for a change.



It’s a very cool Bohemian area, minus the polished glamour of a few streets across, and filled with buzzing little bars, many sex shops, boutique hotels, and lots of brilliantly executed graffiti – so a colourful area by anyone’s standards 🙂


© Yo Tupac!



We checked into our room on the 7th floor of the hotel – a bargain at £35 for 2 with an admittedly awful breakfast – and admired our terrace views of the iconic Art Deco buildings, Málaga cathedral, the Málaga ‘eye’, and a ridiculously large cruise ship in the port. The hotel itself sports a 7 floor high mural of Venus and a sailor by Okuda and Remed.



A few steps away next to the river is CAC – check out the temporary exhibitions if you’re passing. We were sent into a dizzying spiral by JOSÉ MARÍA YTURRALDE’S Meditations on the Void.


The eagerly anticipated terrific tapas didn’t disappoint, crab croquetas and a cone of crunchy deep fried camarones were devoured at the colourful and burstingly fresh provisions market, cold Málaga beer washed it all down. Other stops included Tagliatelle with pesto, clams and mussels – alive, alive, oh – more big gambas, great cheese, and a few glasses of wine.





In Málaga soon? It’s for much more than the Costa and the airport…so(ho) see for yourself!