Having been here nearly four weeks I
feel empowered to comment on where we are. Well, self-empowered
anyway.
First thing is that Mazarron the town
and Puerto de Mazarron are not only two different places but I am
pretty sure their current relationship is the exact opposite of the
historic one.
Mazarron
the town is about five kilometres inland and correctly described as a
mining town. It grew up on the back of the excavation of silver, tin,
iron, copper and alum (MORE
HERE). Puerto is a fishing
village essentially. And on the coast, natch. It has an apparent sub
status to Mazarron now.
There must have been Iberian natives
here more than 2,700 years ago but whatever remains they left in this
location have been lost. Not so 45 kilometres inland where recent
work has uncovered a very large city size settlement dating back far
beyond 3,000 years ago. Did it use a port in the adjacent bay?
We also need to remember that only 20
kilometres away is Cartagena – first know by the Phoenicians and/or
the Sea People, then influenced by Greece, and finally overwhelmed by
Rome in the Punic wars. It got its name from the Carthage of Hannibal
fame.But the record we have here starts with the Phoenicians in about
2,700 BCE. They developed the obvious harbours afforded by both
Cartagena and Mazarron – both big bays with significant headlands
and small islands for shelter. The Greeks traded with the
Phoenicians. Then came Rome.
But
they took time out to nick their ship-building skills and, I bet
exploited the silver, copper and other metals abundant in the inland
hills. By the middle ages mining was big business and Mazarron grew
fast, being closer than the port to the action. The port however has
been trading metals since the Phoenicians (MORE
HERE).
So to today and us. Well first off all
this fascinates us and redeems any other shortcomings. And there are
a few. For this is the Costa Calida, mere kliks from the Costa Blanca
and prone to the same over-development. The place is littered with
ticky-tacky houses on hillsides miles from any justification for
existence. That's the ones actually built. Others are skeletons
against the skyline or netted enclosures of half-broken ground. They
vie with the startling and more interesting remains of mining for
attention.
We are living in a completed version,
although ours is within the town of Puerto – indeed a mere 200
metres from the prom and town centre. The really nasty ones in the
wilds of Spain are called urbanisations. Less unjustified versions
like ours are Residencias (Luz Bahia is us).
Most of these are, like ours, a
rectangle of terraced houses surrounding a communal pool and
parkland. The houses vary in style, following a pattern-book in the
way of London's Edwardian villas.
Ours is a standard terrace, east-west
oriented with the morning side having kitchen and utility facing a
large terrace. At the evening, poolside, end the large living/dining
room opens onto a smaller but rather nice terrace viewing the pool.
Upstairs the main bedroom faces the
morning side and the two smaller but servicable rooms face the pool.
In between is the stairway out of the living room and the shower room
There is also a cloakroom downstairs.
This is the fourth such house we have
rented in Spain and all but one share more features than they differ
by (oops; hung that one). They heat quickly and cool fast in the
Spanish way. Air con is an expensive extra, lazy ceiling fans
essential, and we do have an open fire but it seems never to have
been lit.
Of course here is the point – our
hosts are English and are unlikely ever to have stayed here in
winter. That is true of all but one of the other houses we have
rented here. The exception was a casita (a small two bedroom cabin
style structure) within the grounds of the Spanish-resident English
couple. There we had logs, an open fire and it was charming – right
up to the day it rained a lot and the bedrooms flooded to a depth of
two inches.
Anyway, as stated, we can walk into
town and down to the prom. The town is what one would expect of a
place that, until the 50s, was just a Spanish fishing village that
had benefitted from the by then defunct mining business. I would
guess it was charming. Frankly, it is not now. It is workmanlike and
easy to navigate, however. And very well supplied with services –
including Mercadona, Consum, El Arbo, Eurospar and Lidl! And both a
seven day town market and a Sunday market of 300 stalls! Oh and a
load of Chinese suopermarkets. And someone with a pale blue Skoda
Roomster. Really!
The town is in two parts rather like
Tenby but unlike Tenby neither half is very pretty. The beaches on
the other hand compare very favourably with Tenby. Those to the west
are rugged and smaller, with a small marina for local regatta style
boats in one corner. To the east they are bigger and very, very
sandy. Close to the town is the large fishing port, with a smaller
number of craft, and a larger marina for the 'nearly-gin places'.
There is no castle on the headland but a lighthouse and a very big
Christ statue.
But both benefit from superb
promenades, extending along all of the eastern end and most of the
west. They provide palms, seating, play space and just plain easy
walking. The beaches are mostly blue flag holders due to cleanliness
(this is Spain), loos, facilities and, in season lifeguards. Dogs are
banned for most beaches and for much of the year of course.
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