After a long and tiring journey to Malaga, I was finally able to relax and enjoy the city, but I did wanted to go the beach in Torremolinos. I arrived exhausted, having overslept my breakfast at the summer school, that I went to in Sierra Nevada, and then searching for a hostel among the busy construction sites in Malaga. It was a funny moment when I met some women from Ukraine; I started asking for the hostel in English, only to find out they could speak in Russian as they were from Ukraine!
My first visit to the beach in malaga was a memorable one. I got a little tan, even though I had to pay 4 euros for a sunbed. The sea was quite wavy, and I found it a bit dangerous. I only went in halfway, and the last wave I faced was not small at all, leaving me with sand in my mouth and all over my body. Despite that, I had fun walking along the beautiful, calm, and sunny coast. Getting back was a bit of a challenge since there were only two ways from the beach, and the city is on a hill.
I didn’t take a single photo in Malaga as all the streets were dig up with a Metro construction and the beach wasn’t really worth a photo either.
The next day, I went for a swim in Torremolinos, enjoyed a mojito, and even joined in on a beach fiesta. The trip there was a bit of a trek—15 minutes of walking, 30 minutes on the train, and another 15 minutes on foot to the beach via the long steps, with the same journey back. The walk down was easy and beautiful views of the sea and palms as well as the red flowers of hibiscus. The beach here was way much more beautiful than in Malaga.
Walking down Costa de la Carihuela street was quite nice. Not too busy with people and full of chiringuitos. A chiringuito is a popular Spanish beach bar or restaurant that you’ll often see along the coast, especially in the summer. These small, laid-back spots serve up drinks, snacks, and sometimes full meals, offering a casual and relaxing place for beachgoers to hang out.
After a day of sleeping in the hostel, I tried to eat at the train station but ended up hungry despite spending 13 euros on the food. A burger finally filled me up, and I decided that cooking at the hostel would be a better option, though I still planned to try some seafood by the beach. The sea air and maybe a few mojitos and Spanish wine seemed to be doing wonders for my cough, which I had been struggling with since my trip to China, which later turned out to be staphylococcus infection in my throat. It was a relief to finally find some rest and healing by the sea.
The beach is nice in Torremolinos alright? However, getting back from the beach to the train station is completely different thing. Exhausted from the sun and heat I had to climb very long stairs to get back to the town centre to take my train back.
In the evening I took a train back to Malaga.
My plan was to visit Antquera as I have heard it is a beautiful little town.