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i recently descoverd berjaby pure chance.i have been serching the internet for a cheap rundown property.after many months and several visits to various parts of spain,i found a web page with what i had been looking for.i took a plane to granada ,not the nearest airport,but the cheapest.then the next day i took a three hour coach trip to berja.the transport to the town is very good.you can take a bus to almeria,or to malaga if you wish,the first is two hours by bus ,but less than one hour if you drive.malaga is much further away approx 4 hours by bus. we did not know what to expect as we had never even heard of berja before,but as it was only a 20 minute bus ride to the beach ,and the property only costing we had to have a look. what we found was better than we expected,there was all the shops that you would need,including a realy large supermarket.we stayed the night in a new hotel called the don miguel plaza,the only hotel in the town.alittle pricy at 70 euros for a double room, but m,ore like a 4 star than its official rating of 3 star.very clean and well equiped.oh and every thing worked including the air con which you will crtainly be thankfull for,as i have been informed berja and its surrounding towns has one the best climate in all of spain.it was in the high sixties in the middle of feb when we last vissited. i can only describe the town as perfect for us,surrounded by mountains yet so near to the coast.no tacky shops,no irish bars and local folk outnumbering tourists. our next step is to learn the language and try to blend in.what really made our minds up, was when we took a stroll around the town,we wanderd to the upper part of berja, this was more like a small seperate village,but only 10 minutes walk there we came across large pit with steps leading down to a natural spring and lots of people arriving with empty bottles and filling them up.the spring was being channelled all round this part of the town,irrigating the fields and green houses on its way.then at the lowest part of the area we came across another large hollow with stairs leading down to a large stone trough,about 5 meters long where the sprig water was running through it and onto the fields beyond,but the lastig memory for me was the typically dressed old spanish lady doing her wasshing in the stone trough,in the glorious sunshine,under the cloudless blue sky, and its only febuary.cant beat it.

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