Denia in the heat
POS 38:50.387N 0:7.165E
Wednesday 11th August
The rain didn’t come to much and the storm had abated when I took over at . The sea was a bit choppy but the wind was warm. I could see the bright lights of Benidorm on the shore to the left and was glad to be passing it by. Clear skies allowed for a good sunrise at 7 15 and there were only a few fishing boats to steer clear of. The sea traffic had increased by 11 when I went back up – in the form of speed boats, jet skis and huge luxury yachts. Stylish-looking villas lined the coast as we approached our destination and we began to sense we were entering a distinctly upmarket place full of wealthy people. The boats in the marina confirmed this – although naturally Lady Stardust has much more character and history than the big ‘millionaire’ boats in the huge Marina de Denia. Berthing was a bit different – we had to go in ‘bows to’ instead of onto a pontoon and grab a lazy line to pull on in order to get lines to attach to the stern. A man from the marina was at our allocated berth to assist so all I had to do was throw him the lines. The heat by this time was suffocatingly hot – there was no breeze at all and it was very humid so after lunch we slept for a while but woke up even hotter. It was over 40 degrees at but Paul had to fit a new shore power connection on the boat which proved to be a tricky job. He really struggled in the stifling heat. I could barely move without feeling exhausted and we drank the boat dry of cold water, juice, beer and cokes in a very short time. By 7 it had cooled down sufficiently for us to venture into town. The marina is surrounded by stylish bars and cafes – all pricey and serving such staple dishes as pasta, pizza, chips and tapas. The centre is a ten minute walk and it was thronging with people when we got there. At a tourist information kiosk we picked up a map and some information about markets and places of interest and then had a look at a lively street market. Stalls were selling hand made and authentic Spanish gifts and the usual bags, hats t-shirts etc. Paul bought himself a Panama-style hat and we had a drink in a café watching more green parrots in the palm trees squawking and swooping down to grab food scraps.
Denia’s town centre isn’t exactly pretty but has broad streets with designer shops, coffee shops and bars and is richly decorated with overhead lights (xmas style), leafy trees and bronze statues. It isn’t pedestrianised so is a bit noisy too. We ate at a restaurant at the end of the main street in a small square with beautiful pink flowers and a fountain. The friendly waiter recommended Paul try a starter that looked like razor shell fish when it arrived (he wasn’t keen on them though). I had fried camembert but instead of cranberry it came with a ‘marmelade’ which was green and had a slightly perfumed taste to it – it tasted much better than it sounds.
Flamenco in Cartegena