digital4169
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Friday 12th
Leaving Puerto Lumbreras we had a chat with some British bikers staying at the Parador. Nice couple on a Blackbird on their way to the Moto GP in Barcelona.
Today we were heading for Javia on the coast, near where we had been the previous year in a villa at Monte Pego.
I’ll keep the bit about the journey fairly short. We dropped on the main dual carriageway and had a steady cruise to just north of Alicante where we dropped onto the coast road and fought our way through the traffic in the sea side towns. It was actually a pleasant trip, taking a bit of a rest to recover from the hard work of rural riding.
Our destination had been booked on line and was to be the ‘Hideaway Bed and Breakfast Health Spa’
We eventually found it after much searching on the headland above Javea in the National Park. It sounds lovely doesn’t it. Bloody Hell!! We arrived to be greeted by what’s his name and thingy his wife. She was in her red swimsuit looking just like Pamela Anderson…… NOT and he had his matching red Speedos and hairy nipples to add to the scene.
Health spa….. OK I may be fussy, but my idea of a health spa was not “you can get in the hot tub with me” from what’s his name.
The room although clean wasn’t tiny it was minute, with only just enough room to carefully manoeuvre around the bed and nowhere for the luggage. The shower door was stuck and the tap scolded Mrs B cos everytime you turned your bum moved the tap.
The advertised Satellite TV was fine, providing you watched what the owners wanted to watch and didn’t set your hopes on seeing anything through before they changed their mind!
Breakfast the next morning was nice, but served by thingy in the same swimsuit. Not good!!
You are all probably saying. What did you do about it. Well I’ll tell you what I bloody did. I smiled and said how nice things were. Cos I’m British OK!?!
We did go out for the evening and explored until we found a brilliant restaurant we had been to before. Hero Restaurant on the CV730 between Denia and Els Poblets. Superb food, served in a lovely courtyard by great staff. Well worth a trip if you’re near.
Saturday 13th
Leaving the Hideaway B & B with a heavy heart we plotted course for Tortosa and the Parador which is a fabulous castle overlooking the town. Using the coast roads once more we found the traffic in many places had thinned and the going was good with nice roads and great views. We popped onto the motorway to avoid Valencia and in a couple of spots for convenience, but mainly stayed on the twisty stuff, although flat allowed for relaxed cruising to let the sun make life good. The bike was still performing brilliantly, never showing any signs of overheating in the 35c temperature.
Tortosa is a lively town with quite a wide cultural mix of people. We booked into the superb Parador and spent a couple of hours with beer on the table, looking across the beautiful roof tops to the huge storm making its way towards us. The thunder and lightning was stunning right up to the point where, stood on top of the highest point in the area, lighting struck nearby. It was close enough to feel the charge on the end of your nose as a definite tingle!! Shit inside now and drink more.
We wandered down from the Parador through very old buildings in a poor state, but it was easy to see how beautiful they had once been. This looked like poverty, with kids hanging around doorways and I have to admit the area was a little threatening . We soon found the town, which is full of old buildings with lovely architecture. No restaurants though. Or at least we couldn’t find them We climbed back to the Parador and ate in the restaurant. Paradors serve food of the local area and traditional dishes. It was very good.
Leaving Puerto Lumbreras we had a chat with some British bikers staying at the Parador. Nice couple on a Blackbird on their way to the Moto GP in Barcelona.
Today we were heading for Javia on the coast, near where we had been the previous year in a villa at Monte Pego.
I’ll keep the bit about the journey fairly short. We dropped on the main dual carriageway and had a steady cruise to just north of Alicante where we dropped onto the coast road and fought our way through the traffic in the sea side towns. It was actually a pleasant trip, taking a bit of a rest to recover from the hard work of rural riding.
Our destination had been booked on line and was to be the ‘Hideaway Bed and Breakfast Health Spa’
We eventually found it after much searching on the headland above Javea in the National Park. It sounds lovely doesn’t it. Bloody Hell!! We arrived to be greeted by what’s his name and thingy his wife. She was in her red swimsuit looking just like Pamela Anderson…… NOT and he had his matching red Speedos and hairy nipples to add to the scene.
Health spa….. OK I may be fussy, but my idea of a health spa was not “you can get in the hot tub with me” from what’s his name.
The room although clean wasn’t tiny it was minute, with only just enough room to carefully manoeuvre around the bed and nowhere for the luggage. The shower door was stuck and the tap scolded Mrs B cos everytime you turned your bum moved the tap.
The advertised Satellite TV was fine, providing you watched what the owners wanted to watch and didn’t set your hopes on seeing anything through before they changed their mind!
Breakfast the next morning was nice, but served by thingy in the same swimsuit. Not good!!
You are all probably saying. What did you do about it. Well I’ll tell you what I bloody did. I smiled and said how nice things were. Cos I’m British OK!?!
We did go out for the evening and explored until we found a brilliant restaurant we had been to before. Hero Restaurant on the CV730 between Denia and Els Poblets. Superb food, served in a lovely courtyard by great staff. Well worth a trip if you’re near.
Saturday 13th
Leaving the Hideaway B & B with a heavy heart we plotted course for Tortosa and the Parador which is a fabulous castle overlooking the town. Using the coast roads once more we found the traffic in many places had thinned and the going was good with nice roads and great views. We popped onto the motorway to avoid Valencia and in a couple of spots for convenience, but mainly stayed on the twisty stuff, although flat allowed for relaxed cruising to let the sun make life good. The bike was still performing brilliantly, never showing any signs of overheating in the 35c temperature.
Tortosa is a lively town with quite a wide cultural mix of people. We booked into the superb Parador and spent a couple of hours with beer on the table, looking across the beautiful roof tops to the huge storm making its way towards us. The thunder and lightning was stunning right up to the point where, stood on top of the highest point in the area, lighting struck nearby. It was close enough to feel the charge on the end of your nose as a definite tingle!! Shit inside now and drink more.
We wandered down from the Parador through very old buildings in a poor state, but it was easy to see how beautiful they had once been. This looked like poverty, with kids hanging around doorways and I have to admit the area was a little threatening . We soon found the town, which is full of old buildings with lovely architecture. No restaurants though. Or at least we couldn’t find them We climbed back to the Parador and ate in the restaurant. Paradors serve food of the local area and traditional dishes. It was very good.
....... a large number of us go on these trips but only a few get round to doing the the reports, so well done 
