Malaga harbour, for some reason doesn’t allow foreign flagged boats into it but we did manage to get into a new Real Club Mediterranean sailing club just outside the Malaga breakwater. Not a cheap place but a very welcoming, small quiet marina with finger pontoons. Unfortunately there is a maximum 7 night stay rule. This was to be Gordon’s home for the week while I left the next morning at 5.30am for the bus station for the 11 hour trip up to Denia Hospital.
The walk into town from the marina
The main harbour that doesn’t allow foreign boats
En route at one point Diane thought Harry might be discharged but then took another turn for the worse. He ended up being in hospital for nearly two weeks. The hospital was very good in letting both Diane and I stay with Harry. The first night I stayed with him and let Diane go back to try to get a good sleep in the apartment but she didn’t sleep well so the three of us slept in Harry’s room for the rest of the time I was there.
On one of Harry’s better nights we had a pyjama party, well not quite pyjama but blue gown party, only to be caught by one of the nurses coming in to change Harry’s drip. Her face was a picture, I’m sure she had to think twice about who was the patient when confronted by the three blue gowns. Sometimes you’ve just got to laugh or you would cry and they say laughter is good medicine.
I arrived with them on the Tuesday but had to leave again on the Sunday to get back to Malaga to help Gordon move the boat. Our plan was to try and get as close to Denia as possible in case we were needed but Harry was eventually discharged and he and Diane made their way home for Harry to be treated there. A very trying time for Diane as they were travelling by car and ferry and would take them a few days to get back. They did manage to have a couple of nice days with their friends Lynn and Gerry who had been very kind to them in Denia before going home.
