Benidorm: Bloody hell what a place. It is a heady mix of drunken youngsters on stag/hen parties and old folks in mobility scooters. It is a truly bonkers place where both these groups mix happily together - at least at the times us oldies managed to stay awake.
The view from the beach inland |
The Tiki bar. More flesh, implants and testosterone than you can imagine. |
Apparently the dress of the day for this bunch was ridiculous swimwear. |
The mating game in full swing. |
When you get drunk, you fall down. It's worse for us oldies ! |
Street performers. |
The gay guys sister. |
Front end of the dress of the day. |
The beach and venue itself was actually very nice. |
No comment ! |
The Red lion Pub near our hotel. |
The promenade at night, |
We booked a room at a resort just over half way to Barcelona to use it more as stopover for the night. The place was called Peñiscola. Yes I did say that right. It has an accent above the n so it is pronounced 'Penyiscola'.
The day before we left Benidorm, we did decide to bin the idea of going to Barcelona. We decided we would leave that for another trip so we had to rethink our hotel bookings and added another 3 nights onto the Peñiscola hotel dates and go to the MotoGP (motorcycle racing) from there.
Benidorm was a bit like Las Vegas, great fun but too much in your face. What did surprise us was the number of elderly (our age ?) British people that live in Spain and travel to Benidorm for a holiday or long week end break.
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