Puerto de la Duquesa is a purpose built resort town centred on the port. Built during the 1980’s the marina is typical of the Mediterranean coast, a wide thoroughfare fronting the quay with bars and restaurants on two sides, all with great views of the pleasure craft in the marina. A block stone breakwater complete with a lighthouse and a tall, round control tower beneath which is the fuel bunkering pontoon, a boat storage area with a large chandlery and a small supermarket complete the port facilities. On the inland side white apartments loom over the port, their height exaggerated by the hill on which they sit. A second level, less frequented by the tourists, has two squares, Plaza Chanquette and Plaza Fuente each with its own bars and restaurants and the local Banco de Andalucia. A third, even less frequented level has slightly more exclusive restaurants; both with fine views over the marina and a bar. For those who enjoy evening entertainment the local bars provide karaoke, quizzes, sports television and live music on pretty much every day of the week and many stay open until the early hours. Behind the port, on the inland side of the modern A7 dual carriageway, reached by an underpass, is the Duquesa Golf Hotel and golf course.
Although a relatively modern creation Puerto de la Duquesa was built in a less severe style than modern edifices and has managed to weather gracefully until it looks just as much a part of the coast as its much older neighbour, Castillo.
East of the port is another wide beach, this time protected on the west side by the harbour breakwater and carrying on east, beyond the town of Sabinillas almost to the horizon. Cubanga Beach Club sits in the lee of the breakwater. Here you will find food of an International flavour until late at night. Entertainment such as the New Orleans Jump Band is often provided at weekends and in the evenings. Children can hire pedalloes whilst their parents hire the sunbeds. Both can enjoy safe bathing in the shallow, sandy, bay created by the harbour wall.
A stream, the boundary between the port and San Luis de Sabinillas, that becomes a raging torrent after rain in the hills, is now crossed by a wooden footbridge making it possible to walk between the two places without venturing on to the main road. Older residents will remember the slog in the summer heat through deep sand around the end of a foul smelling lagoon to achieve the same purpose just a few years ago. The same trip in winter, although not as olfactorily offensive, was only possible if the local youths had improvised a bedspring, breezeblock bridge across the torrent. As with so many aspects of living in Spain, everything comes eventually to he who waits.
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