Javea is a pleasant town and I was delighted to be able to have breakfast outside at a beach cafe. It´s lovely to be able to do this almost all year round and not be locked away inside for many months of the year. 
I had to rejoin the road to Alicante that I had deviated off yesterday and this involved a fairly steep climb to the village of Gatos de Gorge. The name gave me a hint of what type of terrain to expect on the road to Calpe.
The uphill stretches were rewarded with lovely scenery and the downhill towards Calpe was very beautiful. The big resorts between here and Alicante are Calpe, Altea and Benidorm.
There is no town in Spain that can compare with Benidorm. Forget the costa del sol for tower blocks, Benidorm leaves Torremolinos in the shade. One of the hotels is almost 60 stories high, more than Canary Wharf. It looks like a mini Hong Kong from afar. The weather was begining to darken so I didnt get the chance to visit and decided to push on to Alicante. I cycled over a poster advertising Danny la Rue playing Benidorm this weekend.
I stopped for a bit of lunch and to shelter from the few drops of rain. There was a large group of germans enjoying lunch and the english owners seemed to be a bit over stretched. The weather deteriorated sharply after lunch and thunder and lightening greeted my arrival into Alicante.
I got a total soaking as I cycled in the centre. I may as well have gotten into a bath. The cars passing me added there contribution too. I finally found a place to hide and phoned a hotel recommened in the guide book and was cheered to find it was only 50 meters away from me.
It turned out to be a lovely place in what I think was an old convent. I had a four poster bed for the first time on the trip. Once the rains ceased I headed to explore this very spanish ´city.
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