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In Which I Am Spoiled For Choice
April 11, 2008 by Mike
Cullera
Route: Benidorm - Calpe - Moraira - Denia - Gandia - Cullera
Nobody had much advice for me when I was in northern Finland, Kaliningrad or Belgium.
It's a different story here in sunny Spain. Apart from people angling for a holiday out here (come on down! Nick and Claire? Katherine and yr bike? *You*?) there are also those of you who know this part of the world and can recommend places to go or to stay. I could have taken my pick today from Calpe, Moraira, Benissa or Cullera. In the end, the latter won out because it was further from Benidorm.
I needed to get away or risk being sucked into the life there. Because, on one level, who needs more from life than cheap beer, Sky Sports and access to a bevy of Beatles impersonators?
Calpe is special: a mini-Gibraltar rising just off the shore, and no question this time but that it belongs to the Spanish. Moraira looked verrrrry nice, with great views back to Calpe; Benissa is a touch inland; but I fetched up in Cullera. It's.. quiet; and my spy who tipped me off clearly never tried to set up a tent in the Santa Marta campsite: the ground is solid granite. It's nice enough, the sea is turquoise and the sand on the beach is as fine as icing sugar.
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One thing: in the agro-industrial lands south of here, on the highway between ugly grey towns like Oliva and Gandia, I noticed an unusually large cluster of confused young women.
Confused? Well they were sunbathing -- wearing very little, truth be told -- but standing or lounging next to the road instead of heading down to the beach, less than a mile away. I'd have thought the heavy make-up they all wore would have got in the way of sunbathing, too.
And more than that, they appeared not to be sunbathing but to be hitchhiking. In particular, they waved at every truck-driver who passed them, clearly hoping they would stop.
As yr correspondent in foreign parts, I know I should have stopped and engaged one of these young women in urgent and intimate congress, the better to understand her life. But.. it seemed safer to ride on.
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