31/10/2011 - 01/11/2011 24 °C
Woke up with a hangover and a bottle of hot chilli sauce on the bed side table, as standard. Today is Halloween and we’re going to be spending it at the prime party spot for the rich and famous, Puerto Banus.
As of tomorrow we wont be homeless anymore, that means it's the last day of our trip. Tomorrow we'll be residents in Marbella and not just tourists. We’re a bit early to check in to the hotel so we have a wander to the marina to see how the other half live.
We’ve been here before and have our favourite spot in the harbour where we gaze longingly at the million pound yachts. And most importantly, we know where TGI Fridays is. We have a stroll along the front where we are sandwiched in between super shops and super yachts.
I’m told this is a hot spot for celebrity sightings so I’ve always got my eyes peeled when we visit but I still haven’t seen any. I‘m beginning to think its just a ruse to attract visitors. There are clearly a lot of wealthy people around but we don’t look out of place. There’s loads of flip-flop wearers here and people like us, who don’t dare set foot in one of the designer shops like Versace or Dior in case we’re shooed straight back out.
Satisfied that we’ve taken in enough flamboyance for the day we head towards TGI’s to find that it’s closed down! I’m going to risk sounding dramatic here and say I’ve been looking forward to mozzarella sticks with marinara dip from TGI Fridays since we left England and I am bitterly disappointed. Too hungry to dwell on it, we turn our noses up at McDonalds and give Hard Rock Cafe a go.
Unfortunately we made the wrong choice, we ended up having a burger anyway and were left waiting in anticipation for a drink. It’s not something a pair of guzzlers like us rate highly. We’re in Spain, it’s hot, we’re thirsty. I’ve said it before, table service is a disaster. The best bit was seeing our drinks on the bar and chuckling as we counted six members of staff walking past ignoring them. Then there must have been some kind of staff changeover as a handful of them crowded in front of the bar chatting and hugging, blocking my view of our lager going flat and warm. There was talk of walking out, but we’re laughing about it. And to be fair to the staff, they all looked amazing in their Halloween costumes.
We’ve bought a mask, a wig and some face paints at the last minute with the intention of getting in the swing of the occasion. Luckily we bottle out, as has the rest of Puerto Banus. The bars are all jazzed up and all the staff have got into the spirit so the atmosphere is great.
We end our last night in a cocktail bar and feeling slightly inebriated when we get back to the hotel, decide to make use of the face paints after all.