At about 9.30 am, we left Gibraltar for Fuengirola, a substitute for Marbella which was full and couldn't accommodate us. Fuengirola is on the outskirts of Malaga. Colin was messaged, took the train from Malaga airport and met us at the pier. The marina is third worldly, packed with all manner of boats. We had a stern to mooring between 2 motor boats that essentially left only fenders to prevent boats from scrapping on each other. We barely squeezed in and settled the boat in. the wi-fi signal was inadequate, hence no blog post. Francois went to town to arrange his journey back to France to prepare for impending nuptials in Bangkok while Ed stayed back to rest. Robyn, Colin and I went in search of groceries and dinner in town. Both groceries and the meal were mediocre, reflecting the backward nature of the town with its cheesy waterfront tourist attractions. We were glad to leave the next morning (August 20) for Alicante.
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