Almerimar: First Impressions

Part 1: 29th July - 3rd August

I was so looking forward to Almerimar, sure we would like it, sure that this would become our home for the winter.

First we had to tie up on the waiting quay, go to the office and make all the necessary paperwork before moving once again to our assigned berth. Bit of a nuisance that, twice the work. Usually we go straight to the assigned berth and then to the office for the paperwork.

Charlie decided to take Ganymede into the berth. I held my breath. I bit my tongue. I was very, very nervous. And surprised. He had never offered before. All was going well, turning and straightening up before reversing into the space was a bit tight but he got there. And then lost it slightly and was heading right on to the mooring line of the next boat. Panic on my part, of course!, but Charlie kept his cool, got it right and then reversed perfectly into the slot. We were there. We weren't moving for at least a week.

It was time for coffee. It had been a long night.

Almerimar is an artificial town, built around a marina and solely for the tourist industry. There are many like it, some work well, others don't. The buildings are the standard 'Spanish-style' low apartment blocks, most of those on the front having shop or restaurant units on the ground floor. Yachts are tied up to the quays, all very pretty. Our berth wasn't on one of the town quays. Instead, we had a less public, quieter berth on a more secure pontoon. Well, it had a gate and we had a key... but the gate was never locked so I'm not sure about the security.

So, coffee. We stopped at the first bar and ordered. Did we want small cups or mugs? Uhhh? Well, mugs... (café con leche? mugs?). The coffee was good, we slowly unwound and then we realised: this was an English bar, the owners were English, the customers were English. We continued on our way, past a Tabac, more bars and restaurants, a large square with... bars and restaurants. But it was all very quiet, there were very few people around, and this was the main tourist season. We stopped for a tapas lunch, walked around some more and then headed back to Ganymede.

We went to the beach later, retracing our steps of the morning and then continuing along, past more restaurants, some chandleries, closed shops, empty units, on through a small park... and there were all the people: on the beach, sunning themselves, in the sea, cooling down. Rather incongruously, there was a large group of Spanish women, playing Bingo!

In the evening, when it was cooler, we searched out the supermarket, Mercadona, my favourite. On the way there we passed a large apartment block, quite attractive, but totally empty. Perhaps it had just been completed? Anyway, Mercadona was close, that was good.

And so our days passed in getting to know our way around, enjoying being in marina-mode, and getting things fixed. Charlie and Hannah managed daily trips to the beach, we tended not to bother. One major problem was that we had an alternator that needed to be either fixed or replaced. We easily found an English shop where we could get that done. The alternator was delivered to them, they took it to Almería, and we waited. We also found a workshop specialising in stainless steel work. I had bent a rail way back in May so we decided to take the opportunity of getting it fixed. The man in the workshop was English, of course. Well, in fact, not English, listening to the man's accent. South African? And then, 'I'm Zimbabwean' he suddenly volunteered. I knew I recognised that accent! 'We have a friend with a boat here who is from Zimbabwe' I said, maybe you know her... Sheenagh. Of course, he knew Sheenagh. (I reckon all expatriate Zimbabweans know each other!) In fact, he told us, Ron, her husband was here in Almerimar at the moment, getting the boat ready to leave. I thought we'd missed them! We had planned to meet but then they arrived early and we dallied, waiting for Charlie.

We immediately went round to their berth... at the far side of the marina, near the office... I called, 'Ron, Ron' and out came... Sheenagh. What a lovely surprise. She was there with the boys, getting ready to leave that very day. But there is always time for a coffee and a catch-up chat. And Sheenagh would be back with Ron in a few days time. Fantastic!

Charlie and Hannah had only a few days left. I was feeling depressed, not just because they were going but because... I really did not like Almerimar. It seemed so sad. Here we were in the middle of the tourist season and it was empty. A very few bars seemed to be doing well but Mercadona was always busy, especially the fish counter, a Mercadona speciality I reckon.

Anyway, we had to rent a car for the trip to the airport so we collected it the evening before and took the opportunity to have a drive around, see something of the surrounding countryside. Did I say I was a bit depressed? This was dreadful. Bleak. Acre after acre of poly-tunnels. A sea of plastic. And this, apparently, is where most of the vegetables for the EU are grown, especially the salads. It was like a wilderness. Where there was no plastic there seemed to be only dry soil and a few sad-looking weeds. We drove through the nearest town. Well, I have to admit that when it comes to town planning Spain doesn't really seem to have got it together. The town seemed to be houses and apartment blocks... and cars. There was occasionally a child on a bike, some people on the street, but no town square, no bars, no shops... we obviously managed to miss everything on our drive around.

We headed out to the country, into the heart of poly-tunnel land. I couldn't spend the winter here, I just couldn't. Eventually we found another town that seemed to be more alive, have more going for it but again we couldn't find a bar where we would like to sit and have a drink. It didn't help, of course, that by now it was quite late and all the shops we found were closed. Back in the car, we decided to go to Almería so back into the plastic and then to the motorway from where it was a short drive to Almería. This was better. Almería has oviously been there for a very long time. It has a lovely town centre with streets that wind there way hither and thither but by now it was getting late and we only had time for a short walk, a stop in a tapas bar and it was time to head back to Almerimar.

Next morning saw us up and away quite early. We didn't know what the route would be like. Part of it was motorway but there was a long stretch of coast road, in and out of small seaside towns and we had no idea what the conditions would be like. In fact, it was an easy drive. The road was spectacular in places, even before we got out of the plastic and there was even time to stop for morning coffee and tostadas. Yumm! We made Malaga airport in good time which was just as well as the queue for the flights was almost out the door. Eventually, after almost an hour of queuing Charlie and Hannah were checked in and it was time to part. Off they went into the departure lounge.

And us... well, we headed on back to Almerimar. Of course, we stopped en route for a good lunch... once we found a parking space that is.