As we exited the marina complex, we found the wooden walkway that took us to the beachfront promenade, passing the fish market along the way, where some fish was being dried in the sun on racks; been a while since we’d seen this practice, but it definitely brought back memories of distant lands.
It’s fair to say, we have been impressed with all the waterfront and beachfront promenades we’ve seen throughout Spain; each one different, but just as creative, enormous and spotlessly clean as the next. Estepona’s promenade was no exception with its wide golden sandy beach and beautiful gardens, interspersed with splash pads and fountains, separating the beachfront from the apartments and shopping area that lined the promenade on the one side.
During our walk we also happened to stumble upon a boulangerie, called Honoré, located slightly off the beaten track, where we stopped for a coffee and a custard slice, the latter something we haven’t had in ages. Delicious!
This was also our first time in a marina over a weekend, and as perceived, all the weekend revellers and speed merchants had left the marina to churn up the anchorages, while we sat in a near empty marina. Guess that’s life for those living on the coast and part of the pleasure of living near the water, but not very pleasant for transients passing through, especially when one has no choice but to anchor, given that the marinas don’t have very much space open for transients, particularly for catamarans and, of course, the more lucrative option is to accommodate the local boats instead.
After our walk, we spent a lazy afternoon onboard, trying to stay cool without the comfort of our air-conditioning and nowhere to go and sit that had air-conditioning. Unfortunately the plugs we had to connect to the shore power didn’t fit; one was too small and one too big. While the rate included electrical, water and wifi access, we actually couldn’t use the electricity, due to their custom size plugs and we weren’t given the wifi password with the rest of the Welcome Pack initially, nor could we ask the office staff for it, as the office was closed over the weekend. No such thing as a free lunch!
Dinner was enjoyed on the waterfront at the restaurant, Zoro Sushi, in the marina complex, surprised really at the extensive menu and how delicious the meal actually was, after spending years in SE Asia and enjoying top class Japanese restaurants.
Back onboard we watched the final episodes of “Derry Girls”, a series that has kept us entertained and has had us in stitches for weeks. Tuning back into the Northern Irish accent was a challenge initially, but we soon picked up the humour and the one liners. Great show; hilarious and so well written!
