Saga Pearl II blog - Captains' blogs
10th May, 2018
Thursday morning found us waiting for a pilot to board the ship only a stone’s throw from Motril harbour breakwater. He had shortly beforehand embarked a ferry which had subsequently disappeared into the port…and we hadn’t heard anything since. Still – there are worse places to have to wait – all passengers could continue to enjoy a nice breakfast in the early morning sunshine, with additional time for an extra sausage…
The pilot finished assisting the ferry in docking and pottered out to us in his little boat. Safely alongside the first people down the gangway were those on an organised tour destined to one of the world’s finest examples of medieval Islamic architecture, the town of Alhambra. Passing through the city of Granada in the foothills of the towering, still snow-capped Sierra Nevada mountains enroute, this excursion not only explored the town but also the nearby UNESCO world heritage site of the Albaicin Quarter. Here, whitewashed houses line the cobbled streets and a cave restaurant awaited for lunch – which would also be accompanied by sangria & a Flamenco dancing show. Needless to say, I envied all who were on this tour.
For those who hadn’t had their fill of caves in Valencia yesterday, there was another opportunity today to visit some spectacular examples of supposedly one of the most important archaeological sites in the western Mediterranean. Apparently there is evidence that man inhabited these Nerja caves stretching around 3 miles some 27,000 years ago. Presumably women were there too – although my historical book does not mention that…
Those not into caves or mountain towns had options including tapas tasting, learning to cook Spanish style or a scenic trip along the Costa Tropical – a coast somewhat less developed than the Costa del Sol or the Costa Brava or Blanca, further north.
Well, again this sunny day neared an end and most passengers came back for afternoon tea prior to sailing, just before supper. We backed out of the harbour, gave the sleepy fishing town a few toots on the whistle before turning seaward and heading toward the Gibraltar Strait and the Atlantic Ocean, which we will enter again at about midnight tonight.
Captain Kim Tanner
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