Our first real bar that night was the Mombasa Café, a bar located in Benalmadena's marina area which was quite a trendy establishment. We had noticed the bar during our walk into Torremolinos earlier that day and the fact that it was Happy Hour when we arrived was an unexpected bonus.
I was on the Coronitas and Shelley stuck to rose wine.
We opted for a spot of alfresco drinking...
We were entertained by the spectacle of watching the bar's PR team ply their trade.
One was a larger than life southern wide boy, after observing his confident chirpy manner attempting to get passing punters into the bar it was no surprise to hear that he hailed from Romford in Essex !!
His partner in crime was a northerner whose chatty manner seemed to imply that it wasn't just life that he was high on. It was like we were witnessing a real life version of the Jeremy Kyle show as he informed us that he was father to children of 18 months and 11 weeks to a mother that he no longer loved and who he was hoping would soon return back to the UK. This claim was supported when he took a call from his new young Norwegian girlfriend inviting him back to her place that night to 'collect his shoes' !! Nudge, nudge, wink, wink !!
If ever there was a place that personified the Costa Del Crime reputation that the area has it was the Mombasa Café. After telling us, in some detail, of a thirty hour LSD trip that he'd recently experienced Northern Man greeted a well dressed middle aged gentleman and in hushed tones informed him that if he came to see him later then he'd 'sort him out' !!
The bar staff had all got the gift of the gab, this was particularly true when one individual informed Shelley that she should 'tell her Dad that she wants another drink' !! The cheek of it !!
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