My girlfriend and I wanted to go away for a week of relaxing. We usually head for a Greek island but as I'd been to Valencia in June and found it to be brilliant in all aspects we decided to book Fuengirola as it seemed the most reasonably priced for what was on offer. I spent a good few hours learning phrases before Valencia and got by very well so didn't want this new skill to go to waste just yet. Anyway, back to Fuengirola.
The hotel was very clean and towels were changed every day. We were Half Board and the hotel staff were very helpful in offering breakfast and lunch or breakfast and evening meal. This gave us greater flexibility and we were very pleased with them in all aspects of their service. The food was ok but I've had better at all of the 3 Star hotels I've stayed at before.There wasn't much variation throughout the week (every day seemed to be the same/very similar as the last) but there was a good selection to choose from to suit every taste. The hotel is right on the beach and situated by a relatively busy main road. We had a room at the back of the hotel when we arrived overlooking fish alley, not so good, there were a few pigeons sharing our balcony too. We requested a room change when we arrived to one with a sea view, though we had to wait 4 days - worth changing as its a great view at the front!
The beach was clean and sunbeds were between 4 or 5 Euros each.
The resort was a let down. We seemed to be charged a fortune in most places we ate - this contradicts what some of my friends told me about the resort and they were there recently. We paid 15 Euros (£10) for a starter in a Chinese restaurant in the busy restaurant sector and it was of the worst quality I've ever eaten, the main wasn't far off either (I could understand if it was cheaper), whinge, moan. The Britannia Bar served good lager (not difficult, I used to be a bar manager) but the wine tasted sulphuric.
Everywhere you go there is someone trying to sell you bags, glasses, etc. This is every 3 minutes or so if not more often. Not what I go on holiday for but I can understand these guys need to make a living. There was a guy playing his Piccolo accompanied by a CD player about 20 metres from where we were sat, after his 4 minutes of playing he unsuccessfully went to get money from every table. I was in the middle of a main course and he asked me for some money. I said 'No thank you' and he started moaning and saying that I must have some change in some of my pockets and that he was shocked that I wasnt going to pay him. I wanted to shove my fork in his eye but that would have ruined my girlfriends evening and therefore mine.
An English bloke stopped us on our first day giving us each a free scratch card each and lucky me won a star prize. It was going to be a Camcorder or 750 Euros or a Dream Holiday. Then an English lady came up to us as we were being told that we were the luckiest people alive and she thanked the English bloke for her top of the range camcorder she won yesterday and as she was going home that day she wanted to thank him. Needless to say I didnt go to their demo to collect my super prize and probably sign my house over for them to keep and pimp my girlfriend from. We saw the English folk repeat this trick every day on unsuspecting tourists, the rotten witch was in cahoots with the Englishman all along. Again the thought of the fork in the nasty mans eye sprung to mind but holiday, girlfriend, unhappiness, etc.
I also saw some English homeless people. One was ranting at an English couple who were minding their own business - because they wouldnt get into a conversation with him (and he looked smacked up), he began shouting at them. I wanted to stamp on his head during his sleep but this is a holiday and should't be like this. I dislike English chavs but can bear them. Don't think me a Victor Meldrew, I spent August bank holiday camping in Skegness with some mates and we had a great time.
I heard some Spanish and English fighting at 4am Sunday morning, other than that it was quite quiet. There was rubbish and glass being kicked all over the place during this frenzy from the bins that had been put out that evening. The police arrived and soon after so did a clean up team. They cleaned up very efficiently and next day it was 'spotless' again.
I wouldn't go again and am surprised that the people we met all seemed to have been several times before. A day trip to Marbella wasn't anything special either!














