Torreguadiaro is first stop ... coffee with breakfasting Brits and a 1.20 cafe con leche including the local English language rag ... a whimsical editor with some amusing stories ..,including some belated interest in a very OTT mansion once owned by a pop star recently deceased ... just 5.6m and a bargain if you share Prince's taste .... and have 5.6m of course ... in other news geriatric expats are terrorising the community with mobility scooters ...
Tempted by this off-road route, it's eastwards again and onto the beach, which is heavy going, then a nature reserve with a fine footpath to tempt Sunday strollers of all nationalities .... cyclists too, though the serious Spanish chaps are zooming along in lycra and peleton formation dominating the main road ... urban planning catching on to the idea that gated communities steal our souls and promoting public spaces in which to meet new people ... to exercise in the fresh air and sunshine ... radical stuff!
And having walked quite a way, tempted to catch the bus back ... the 240 from Estepona to La Linea stops right outside the brothel and the very pleasant driver is relaxed about running nearly 15 minutes late ...at 1.36 it's a bargain and another social good ... a chance to learn the language, see the passing scenery and leave the gas guzzling Land Rover at home ...
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