A few years ago a male friend of mine bought an apartment in Spain near Torreviejar. He asked me to drive over with him to take a car load of his belongings and to see his new home. We loaded up his 4x4 to the roof with all sorts of personel belongings and set off down to Dover where we crossed to Calais. He was driving and I was navigating and taking over from him when he got tired. Well all I can say is it was a good job I could map read and had gone with him because his sense of direction was awful, left to him we would have ended up in Russia.:lalala:
Anyway we drove threw France to Spain and through to Torrevieja which is about 40mins south of Alicante. It took two days to get there and when we finally arrived it was about 11pm and pitch black. He couldn't wait to show me his lovely appartment so we went up in the lift to the 13th floor (yes 13th), he unlocked the grill over the door, then the 3 locks on the door, threw the door open and lights on and ushered me in for the grand tour. It was beautiful and the view even at night out over the sea and the lights of LaMata in the distance was stunning. I looked through all the rooms and my friend Mick says come on lets get the things from the car I don't want them being stolen. So we left the apartment banging the door behind us......
He'd left the appartment keys, his wallet and his passport on the side and slammed the door. Yes you've guessed it the door self locked.88|
So there we were late at night in a strange country locked out, the money inside and neither of us able to speak spanish.
Mick is not the calmest of people and is apt to rant and rave and get het up, he knew a Belgium Bar that he had gone several times with the agent that helped him buy the appartment and he knew they spoke english so he thought we'd go there. Only he couldn't emember where it was, he drove round and round and round trying to find it ranting as we went. Knowing him I just let him carry on until he wore himself out then I told him how to get to a police station we had passed and said we should try there. He drove right up to the front steps (even though it said police only :roll:), on the door were two armed officers, and as we jumped out the car all the toilet rolls he had packed to bring over slowly rolled out unravelling as they went and landed at the policemens feet ;D
We looked like the Clampets.
Anyway after gathering up said loo rolls and a lot of gesticulating and I'm sure patience from the police (I bet they thought loco English :crazy:) we eventually got the problem over. So they said what is your address?
Errm, umm Mick didn't know :## it was written on a peice of paper in his wallet in the locked appartment>:XX
So the police car followed us to the apartment (luckily I could remember how to get there), once there they phoned a locksmith and told us to wait for him. 15mins later the locksmith arrived and within minutes he had opened the appartment and it only cost 40euros which at by now 1am and the quickness he got to us I thought was a bargain:yes:
So making sure we had the keys we went to the car to unload, whan we got to the street we found the locksmith down there going crazy, his van had been stolen :yes::))
And that was the first night of what was to be a weeks holiday I will continue the story another day :yes: