The Road to Marbella Spain

I have included this section (and the next one), which actually has nothing to do with my CV, to explain how I got to Marbella and eventually Gibraltar.

At Victoria coach station I bought two tickets 'on the next coach that was leaving the country'. This took us to Paris. After a very short while I realised that this was not the place for me, and I stood for an hour in a queue to buy tickets to Marbella. I had a certain amount of francs but needed to pay the balance in sterling; the exchange rate I was offered was appalling.

When it was explained to me that the alternative was to leave the queue and go to the bank, by which time the ticket office would be closed, I accepted I had no alternative. I ended up with two 'raffle' type tickets and we boarded the coach at a little after midnight.

Just after we crossed the border into Spain one of the drivers asked me for our tickets, I handed him the two 'raffle' tickets. His ranting and raving alerted me to the fact that all was not well. At the next scheduled stop in Madrid we were escorted off the coach by the police at gun point.

Our full tickets were eventually found in a brown envelope that the drivers had been given that contained just the top copy of everyone else's ticket. I had clearly upset the girl that sold me them in Paris more than I thought!

We eventually reboarded the coach to be greeted by stern looks from our fellow passengers who had been kept waiting.

After an uneventful further journey we arrived in Marbella.