Sunday 31-08 - Too many churches

We ate late breakfast at the guest house. Then a short walk down the hill to the bus stop. At the us station I was happy to find we could get on the next bus. It was 2 hours ride to Malaga and only cost 10 euro a piece. The ride took no time at all.

Malaga was just as hot as Granada. We hit the hottest part of the day as we looked for the bus stop to get us to our hostel. Sweating in the heat we caught the bus and tried to follow the website directions ¨get off when you see the church¨. There were lots of churches passing us by and we didn´t know which one they meant. So we got off about half way too early. We found ourselves on a long street. We had a map from the tourist centre, but out street was slightly off the top edge of map. It use useless to us. High above us was a mountain with a castle on top. We walked towards it and found an info booth. They pointed us in the right direction. Malaga had its own Moorish castle and Alazaba. It didn´t impress me, I had just seen the bigger version in Granada.



We kept walking up the street until we gave up and hailed a taxi. The heat was too much with the backpacks. I completely understand by they do the siesta thing. He got lost trying to find this street. But he got us close enough that we found the place. It was another small guest house run by some young guys. A cool place with a good chill out area out back and a terrace. There were 2 huge dogs in the house, a father and son. I fell in love with them.





We walked down the main street. 200m in we found the place we caught the taxi. We were so close!! The street was wrapped around and hidden the church from us. The church had a massive flights of steps in front of it. It was strange even to think that the taxi driver got lost so close to the enormous tourist site.

We settled inside on couches. I sat next to a kiwi guy who was working through a beginners level spanish exercise book. So naturally I was interested. I ended up half going through it with him. My basic vocabulary was far better than his so he kept asking me what words meant. There was also an Israeli girl, a Uruguayan guy and some Irishmen.

In the evening we all moved outside to the benches. We ate pasta and talked with the other hostellers, including a snooty French guy and someone from Morroco. I love how diverse the crowd was, not just Australians.



The hosts set up a projector against the garden wall. They started playing the Phantom menace in Spanish but stop 5 minutes in. Then 5 minutes of Lemony Snickett. They settled on a black and white movie that I didn´t recognise. I watched a bit while I ate then turned in.