|The forces of errosion have been working on the cliffs of Punta del Albir|
for thousands of years
|The lighthouse of Punta del Albir atop more stunning cliffs|
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|Benidorm - the height ugly can reach|
|Islote de Benidorm has avoided being wrecked so far|
|We anchored off the beach to the right of the harbour at Alicante|
|Alcheringa anchored off the beach at Alicante|
The wind may have stayed away but a reasonably sized swell made its way through to the beach all night. We would have been far more comfortable if there had been a bit of wind to keep us pointed into the swell but instead we tended to drift around beam on and rolled like crazy. We all rose next morning fairly tired but wanted to make the most of this very attractive town. We’d only had time for a quick trip to the castle on our last brief stop here with Moksha and were keen to see more of the many historic features on offer that Karen had discovered on her google research the previous evening.
Marc was going to head up to the castle first. Karen almost let him embark on the same route as our exhausting climb to the top back in April but at the last minute her conscience got the better of her and she called him back and told him about the lift that went all the way to the top she’d found out about on the internet. No fair. Why shouldn’t he ‘enjoy’ the walk that we did?
|We'd walked up there. Marc took the lift.|
|The Alicante Town Hall is very cool to visit|
|Salvador Dali in the foyeur|
|Great art at every turn|
|A chapel for divine guidance|
|Who could possibly make a bad decision in these Council Chambers|
|Yep. Another Cathedral|
Wandering the through old part of these towns is always a favourite with us. Narrow streets and tiny lanes lined with small shops, houses and old apartments often featuring ornate balconies or colourful window boxes.
We were making our way up to the Chapel Santa Cruz which was built into the ancient walls and Karen assured looked extremely interesting from what she’d read. The city's Easter Parade culminates here after the faithful have manouvred an incredibly heavy float through the impossibly narrow route to the top. So we wound our way up between the houses, up some stairs, up steep lanes, up more stairs followed by some more stairs and finally came to the tiny courtyard in front of the chapel just under the castle itself. Rob suggested he may have enjoyed his visit to the lovely Chapel Santa Cruz high, high, high above Alicante a bit more if it wasn’t all bloody locked up.
|Up, up and up some more. The exercise program is on track|
|Then it was all locked up.|
|The Volvo Ocean Race boats are impressive beasts|
|Check out the canting keel totaly out of the water.|
|She's still rolling out there|
|Shhhh! Don't tell the harbour master.|
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