Unusually we found ourselves in Alicante yesterday. We normally fly back and forth via San Javier but the prices this time were just a little over the top and so we did the Edinburgh-Alicante trip as against the Newcastle-Murcia version.
For those who don’t fly regularly, the airlines have this off to a fine art now – if it’s school holidays, you get ripped as they have a captive audience – so we find ourselves regularly checking all possible routes for the best deals. Advice welcome incidentally!!
Anyway, with a couple of hours to spare we decided to actually drive into Alicante. First impressions were not good. We headed for a set of blocks of flats thinking they might have some interesting shops – no – a graveyard. No shops, just housing – maybe that’s what some Brits want – a place to sleep and the beach… that would bore me silly – so off we headed to what looked like the city centre and sure enough it was.
Alicante from what little we saw, pretty much looks like any other city and isn’t a patch on the many rural sights Spain has to offer, but we did enjoy a reasonable half-hour checking out the quayside market in the sun.
Unlike much of Spain and pretty much all of the UK in early November, Alicante yesterday was enjoying weather in the lower twenties with lots of sunshine and very little humidity.
Worth another look in the summer? Sure! Don’t forget to click the images if you want to see larger originals.
Sadly, I can’t show the same enthusiasm for the airport which is huge, impersonal and just, well not that nice – ok it’s clean, I’ll hand you that. We dropped our car off and went in search of some grub.
What an absolute rip. The “Air Food Court” as it calls itself sells the most abysmal-looing crap in the name of food. Here’s an example.. Maureen’s dish was no better…
I ordered Nachos – despite the apparent high price of a fiver+ (more than even the overpriced cinemas here in the UK) – and what did I get – well judge for yourself – most of the cheese looked like curdled milk.
I’ve been eating Nachos all over the world for decades and never seen anything like it (the best I recall were at the Hard Rock Cafe in Florida – cheese right down to the bottom chip).
I took them back for an explanation and the trainee desk operator told me the cheese was “Al fresco” – I’ll remember that next time I get served something that’s half-cooked… “oh, is this al-fresco?”.
So if you happen to be at Alicante Airport – SKIP THE NACHOS….