By Andrew Pearce
IT was with great irony that the Olive Press reported that Prince Alfonso de Hohenlohe’s mountain estate was facing the indignity of a ring road being carved through it.
For the German aristocrat is the man often credited with lighting the touchpaper that led to the building boom on the Costa del Sol back in the 1950s.
Hohenlohe – a classic playboy with a love for the ladies – had been the svengali who brought in the necessary capital, both in human and financial terms, to turn the small coastal town of Marbella into a highfalutin millionaires playground to rival the likes of Cannes and Deauville.
It was in 1947 that the brighteyed and charismatic Alfonso had been sent to the coast by his eminent father Prince Maximilian von Hohenlohe to purchase some land.
The 23-year-old son of six children first met up with his eccentric uncle Ricardo Soriano, who would often eulogise about the merits of the coast.
A self-proclaimed womaniser, Soriano was a huge fan of water sports, especially powerboat racing, and lived an enviable bohemian life.
While taking Alfonso on a jaunt along the coast in a classic charcoal-powered Rolls-Royce they, perchance, decided to stop in the then small fishing village of Marbella.
The bilingual Alfonso – who was a keen painter – was immediately taken by what he saw.
Sheltered by the dramatic Sierra Blanca, with crystal-clear waters just a stone’s throw away.
He ordered his father to sell off his wine cellars in Malaga and begin developing what was to become the first of many new hotels in Marbella.
Marbella took pride in being cut off from the hectic and stressful modern world
The well-connected prince then embarked on an impromptu campaign to convince all his high-flying friends that Marbella, not San Sebastian or Cannes, was the only place to be.
Despite the doubts, Alfonso persisted with his dream and it was later realised when he opened the now cult Marbella Club hotel in 1954.
He busily promoted his luxury accommodation, and, sure enough, the world’s rich, famous and powerful soon began to pour in.
First up, the grand families of central Europe, including the Bismarcks, Rothschilds and Metternichs, began visiting the exclusive hotel.
Soon a string of well-known celebrities were following suit, with actresses including Ava Gardner and Sophia Loren, photographer Patrick Lichfield and racing daredevil James Hunt joining the in-crowd.
Even British aristocracy got in on the act, with the Duke and Duchess of Windsor (Edward and Mrs Simpson) enjoying the experience served up by Alfonso.
He even employed a piano player, Don Jaime de Mora y Aragon, who was directly descended from 56 kings and was also the brother of the Queen of Belgium.
“The people I had met in Hollywood, in New York, in Europe, they were the roots, the bridge that brought people to Marbella… who made Marbella,” explained Alfonso.
Marbella took pride in being cut off from the hectic, stressful and often scary modern world.
Indeed, news of the Cuban Missile Crisis did not reach the resort until it was over.
“Everybody had the most gorgeous parties when the rest of the world was trembling that World War III was starting,” explains Rudi Schonburg, a former manager of Marbella Club.
And coining the nickname the ‘King of Clubs’, Alfonso’s reputation quickly preceded him and he soon opened up a disco which got the club swinging every Tuesday and Friday night.
Despite revelling in its exclusive status, the Marbella Club was anything but formal.
“At dinner everybody arrived with a dinner jacket, but I said ‘Stop! This is not the Marbella way! You only wear a dinner jacket on New Year’s Eve’,” recalled Alfonso.
As the inspired prince’s creation boomed, so did Marbella and its surrounding hillsides.
New restaurants, bars and sports clubs began sprouting up as the Costa del Sol quickly entered its socalled golden era.
Developers included Jose Banus, who built Puerto Banus marina and King Fahd of Saudi Arabia, who built a white palace (still there today) that is modelled on both the White House and a mosque.
The likes of multi-millionaire arms dealer Adnan Khashoggi (who formerly owned La Zagaleta, Spain’s most expensive real estate enclave in the hills en route to Ronda) were able to dock their luxury yachts in the port.
But as the celebrities flocked to the land of plenty, the cement mixers and Spain’s national bird – cranes – arrived in force.
Alonso assumed the role of head of the Costa del Sol Pro-moters’ Co-operative.
He lobbied vigorously for improvements in the local roads, airports and water supply.
His vision for the coast soon spurred the rapid growth of neighbouring Torremolinos as its grey concrete skyscrapers shot up along the seafront.
Yet thanks to Alfonso’s vision, Marbella maintained its classy appearance while today, Torremolinos’ buildings are now crumbling away into the seafront.
Alfonso and his friends ensured that Marbella was tastefully developed with low Andalucian white-washed houses and palm-filled gardens.
“Thanks to my initiative, Marbella’s Golden Mile alone now provides 60,000 jobs,” Alfonso once said.
And the arrival of the 1960s witnessed Alfonso and Marbella at the peak of their fame.
Hollywood stars, Arab sheikhs and former European royalty all accompanied Alfonso at his prestigious Marbella hang-out.
Celebrities Ava Gardner and Kim Novak were among the many high-profile girlfriends he dated.
Even Scottish acting legend Sir Sean Connery became a frequent visitor of Marbella’s glitzy, star-studded clubs and bars.
While his friends called him the ‘King of Clubs’ or the ‘Little Prince’, locals came to know him affectionately as Olé-Olé, because of his difficult to pronounce surname.
Yet, as the Costa del Sol dream began to spiral into uncontrollable development, Alfonso became aware of the monster he had helped stir.
Concrete towers were sprouting up as far as the eye could see, from Malaga all the way down to Estepona, almost 100 kilometres away.
Worse still, wanted British criminals began to take advantage of a lack of an extradition treaty between England and Spain.
This influx of crooks and subsequent crime left the idealistic Alfonso disillusioned with rich grandeur he once envisaged for Marbella.
After growing weary of the mass tourism that was lowering the tone of his town, he sold up all his Marbella business interests in 1978 in search of a new vision.
Entering his 60s, the idealistic prince settled in his last home with his third wife Marilys Haynes, a Gibraltarian divorcee.
He plumped for a mountain retreat, in the hills close to Ronda, with a trout lake, partridge wood and an impressive library.
And the ever-inventive Alfonso decided on another successful business pursuit – producing the soon-to-be award-winning wine Principe Alfonso.
And it was nestled in the heartland of Andalucia, close to the sleepy village of Arriate, where Alfonso – despite all the celebrities, parties and glamorous girlfriends – finally found true happiness before passing away, leaving his estate to his children, in 2003.
“I have lived in castles, in Venetian palaces and the world’s finest hotels. I have watched the sun rise over the beaches of five continents and I have looked into the eyes of the most beautiful women of the universe,” he famously remarked.
“Everywhere I sought my dreamed-of city and at last I have found it in Ronda.”
So it certainly an incredible irony that little Arriate’s much needed ring-road is concreting over the adored, final home of Marbella’s development behemoth.
Is it being demolished? It looks like a strip of ground’s been taken, but that’s all.
I drive past it frequently, and as far as I can see they have lost about three rows of vines.
And do tell us more about the ‘charcoal powered Rolls Royce’.
And by the way, Malaga to Estepona is 71 km. not 100
Do you ever check any facts ? This is getting embarassing.
PeterMac – Andrew Pearce writes “almost 100 kilometres away”. According to Google Maps the distance via the AP-7 and A-7 is 90.8 km or via the AP-7 and A-355 is 94.2 km.
OK. I concede that one, as it will always depend how you measure it.
But what about the “charcoal powered Rolls Royce.’ Did you mean Charcoal coloured ?
I think we shall have to put the “Charcoal Powered Rolls Royce” in the same filing cabinet as the “10 ton Bull” from last year, or the ‘Train to Tarifa’ of a couple of days ago. Marked “Facts known only to the Olive Press”