Into the most garish cabin we have ever seen

The return of the car to the rental place, in Brussels, was the quickest and easiest ever consequently we had more time to waste in the Terminal. Finding two comfortable armchairs and having good books we settled in. Food prices were average for Airport plus location, i.e Brussels Airport.

Four hours came and we went - from the lineup at the Ryanair desk to the lineup at the screening and then into the lineup for the plane. Having read about Ryanair's policy of handbaggage - they have smaller bag limits and aggressively charge for infractions (well that's what many pages on the interwebthingy told us),  we were worried about our bags. Well strike that one out, a frequent flyer told us they backed off a couple of years ago. It showed; passengers surrounding us gleefully packed and toted bags far bigger than usually allowed - take that Ryanair! 

Landing at Malaga we finally met the car rental chappie, certainly the most "back of the envelope" booking arrangements I have ever seen. The  internet car rental company must have subbed out to rental operators just like "Uber" which has taken over the taxi industry. After being led out of the Terminal to a godforsaken place in the lot he asked "which car do you want?" Picking one filling out some forms we were off.  He showed us where he wanted us to return the car to and then he drove to the hotel. Being another IBIS the room was identical to the one in Belgium, they must have a factory prefabbing the rooms and then ship them out to the next new hotel. Must be confusing for very frequent travellers who wake up hungover in the same room but a different City!

Malaga was the first day in Spain, and supposedly the scourge of the Costa Del Sol, due to yobbos and yahoos committed to serious partying ruining the Town with loud music and drunken revelling. Disn't see any of that - it was midday when we hit the streets. What we did see was a bustling tourist Town - clean and pedestrianised and free of cars in the downtown shopping areas. Time to have a casual coffee - loving these Spanish food prices, and then a very slow drive along the Coast to a Town called Molita where we turned inland to Granada.

The drive was along the road that links all of the Towns in the Costa del Sol thus the scenery in the Towns was large developments of apartment and hotels filled with Northern Europeans, the roads between the Towns were windy affairs with spectacular sea views. The pic on the left was a snap of the view of such a development - hotels in former farmland.

Stopping for a break in Nejer, a less developed but easy Town, we discovered the clientele of such a place - wrinklies who love the sun. These folks were sitting and drinking in a place run by a Dutch couple. We had a very nice "toasty" and drinks. We did observe that these folks must have been English and obviously not introduced to each other as they were not talking to anybody other than themselves - very strange.

Out of there after buying a SIM card for the phone, and one hour later we landed in Granada. Our hotel was in the inner city a place where cars have been banned because the streets are only eight feet wide - hence the maze of one-way streets. We found the place thanks to a free GPS app on the phone. Entering the hotel we discovered that the hotel was on the fourth floor and did not occupy the whole building - another European feature, we found one of these in Rome a few years ago. Nice place, the wrinkle was the car had to be registered as a hotel visitor, as the Police check the cameras and fine the non-allowed cars for being there.

Last order of business was to find a place to eat. Pointed toward Calle Navas, featured in the pic on the left, we found one from a choice of many.

Tomorrow we visit the jewel of the South of Spain - the Alhambra.