Arriving in Benidorm we left the motorway and found a free parking place with ridiculous ease and with the anticipation of severe culture shock rising to boiling point we made straight for the western end of the Poniente beach. Almost immediately it was a huge let down. We had been expecting tat shops and British pubs, the distinctive smell of Hawaiian tropic, fat bellied lager louts with tattoos and peroxide Essex blondes with fake designer sunglasses but there was none of that sort of thing at all.
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