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 🙂
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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!