It was an interesting trip going to Torrox beach. Actually I had in mind going to this little idyllic town called Torrox, I had looked up in the internet, but then I accidently went off the bus one station too early and found myself in the middle of a “Las Vegas” made for German tourists. If Martin Parr would make movies, i would have definitely felt like being right in the middle of one. This place was flooded of artificiality, all waiters talking German, typical offers like tapas and sangria 2 for 1 written in fluorescent letters. At the beginning i was quite frustrated because of being there, because i really hate these touristic impersonal places, but it is a good and funny training for the mind and makes you thing about the absurdity of life. Thanks for that Torrox Beach.
At the end i found this spot at the beach I really liked and without my getting lost I wouldn´t have it in my collection of Malaga pictures.