Having had our stag party turned out of Fuengirola we summonded a fleet of taxis and headed downt the coast to the play ground of the 'rich and famous', or should that be the 'armed and dangerous', come on you don't own boats that size by selling the big issue and paying your taxes!

On our arrival we booked ourselves into the very nice Benabola apartments, much to the digust of the hotels up your own botty guests, bulldog sucking a lemon springs to mind. The Apartments aren't cheap but then again the apartments had 3-4 bedrooms plus a sofa bed so the price is easily absorbed by the number of people each apartment can sleep. The apartments boast plenty of room for your party so you can count out cues for showers and getting up to things that require privacy. 

The hotel was perfectly situated, it was all of 50 yards to the main beach which as luck would have it sported one of many beach bars, three days of keeping the barman constantly pulling beers out of the fridge or mixing another cocktail earnt us a visit from the very happy bar owner, so he should have been the amount of money we put over his bar, we probably paid for his twenty year old wifes new tits and nose job, but to be fair to the man he rewarded our efforts with shots all round

The bar was lively all day and played some seriously cool tunes throughout the day, as we left the beach bar just as the sun was setting the staff were setting up the bar for the night. We were allowed to get away with a lot of drunken shenanigans during the day without upsetting to many people, apart from the small child one of the chaps paid 10 euros to borrow his bike to show him how to do wheelies, unfortunately the small child didn't know they wer going to be wheelies into the sea. The site of 20+ men in matching speedos, the stag in all in one ski suit in 90 degree sunshine, including boots and skis we did't manange to upset or offend to many people, there were a few raised eye brows but in general most were amused and some joined the party.

During the night we hit the strip which is about 50 yards the other way from the hotel, you have the usual haunts, irish and sports bars galore, strip clubs and gentlemens clubs that catered for your naked oily lady getting jiggy on your knee needs. The bars stay open to the small hours and there are a few clubs to hit after they close, Pangea being the best of the bunch, very very cool club but be prepared when your giving it the big one trying to impress the tarts that think you are loaded, the bottles of vodka and DP don't come cheap. Make sure your packing platinum or gold in the wallet when trying to convince the ladies that the biggest yacht in the quay is yours.