Malaga, Costa Del Sol - days 9-11
08.09.2010 - 10.09.2010 30 °C
We headed down to Malaga for our much needed ‘sunshine break’, hoping to lounge on the beach for a few days. When we arrived the wind was blowing such a gale that the tent nearly flew back to Madrid! After a wee bit of a struggle we managed to tame it and set off to do some shopping as the beach was not really great at that stage. Late afternoon we managed a swim in the pool without being blown away, and then it was as if someone had flicked a switch. All of a sudden it was dead calm and lovely, till about midnight when the wind started up again with even more force than before. By the next morning it was dead calm and we had our first sleep in since leaving on the trip. We then spent the day lazing away either by the beach or the pool.
That night however, was something a bit out of a horror movie. We woke up to a crackling popping sound that was quite loud, and when we peeked out of our tent we could see a raging fire. Turns out there was a bit of an arsonist going round lighting fires at random, and they happened to all be within a few hundred metres of our campsite. Between 2 and 4.30 am there were about 10 large fires all around us. We got very scared and packed up all our essentials ready to make a dash along the beach if the fires got too close. Luckily they managed to get them under control, and we could grab a quick nap before sun up.
After our interrupted night we went off to the clifftop city of Ronda. Built by the Picts many many years ago, it sits on either side of a most spectacular gorge, or perched is more like! You would expect houses to go dropping off into the void at any minute. It is absolutely breathtaking, with gorgeous buildings clinging to the cliffs, as well as lovely little shops, bars and restaurants. It also provides a spectacular view over the surrounding plains.
Well, tomorrow it is off to Valencia to see the America’s cup village.