After those octopus legs Mrs RM was wiped out and resisted my offer of a walk up to Castillo Gibralfaro, a steep 20 minutes hike equivalent to the hill leading to our house in Sheffield (twice). I’d already bought her combined ticket for the Alcazaba and castle, so that was £1.60 wasted. I mark all… Continue reading NO ESCAPING DIMPLED BEER MUGS, EVEN IN MALAGA
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OCTOPUS LEGS SOLD BY WEIGHT. AND KALE.
I’m no fan of long holidays. At the very start of my GBG ticking career in early 1996 we spent 3 weeks driving the length and breadth of New Zealand. I couldn’t resist the urge to tick the roads (in pink). Quite a messy marker, even then. New Zealand is one of the greatest countries… Continue reading OCTOPUS LEGS SOLD BY WEIGHT. AND KALE.
SHERRY FROM THE BARREL
We left Ronda for Malaga after a last coffee, accompanied by Sade’s “Smooth Operator“. Is it really 38 years ago ? I lied to you at the end of that last post, telling you we took the train just so I could squeeze in a random Don McLean reference but it was so long ago… Continue reading SHERRY FROM THE BARREL
The hiss of the espresso machine and the Killers “Human”
Only one night in Ronda, but I got up early on Tuesday morning to take advantage of the deserted streets at first light. Well, 7:30. Eerie, really. Hardly a soul about, bar the cafe next door where I woke up the matronly cafe owner to ask for an espresso and demand she turned off the… Continue reading The hiss of the espresso machine and the Killers “Human”
HAM, EGG & CHIPS
Blackpool Jane brings you kebabs in Salford, BRAPA gives you plums, I bring you Proper Pub grub, even in Andalucia. Mrs RM and I did another little wander before tea-time (7pm, probably breakfast in Ronda), and walked to the bottom of the gorge and back. Don’t do it in high heels. There’s at least 3… Continue reading HAM, EGG & CHIPS
HELP ME RONDA
Mrs RM were discussing the places that have bowled us away over 30 years of travel. Cappadocia, Genoa, Kathmandu and the Annapurnas, Naples, the Blue Lagoon, Havana, the Antrim coast, the blue penguin crossing in Dunedin, Stockport, Venice (the view from the station exit). To that list we unanimously add Ronda, a mountaintop city set… Continue reading HELP ME RONDA
1906 AND ALL THAT
One last look at Cordoba on Sunday night, and then the last leg of the Spanish Saunter, with a long tourist train to Ronda, which you’ll know from the Beach Boys classic. The tourist train required a change at Antequera-Santa Ana station, a modern monstrosity with no facilities and 10 miles from the ancient town… Continue reading 1906 AND ALL THAT
THE MUSHROOMS OF SEVILLE
You’ve had the octopus, the Jersualem artichoke, the poke bowl. Here’s the mushrooms. Confusingly, it’s called Metropol Parasol on Bing, and Setas de Sevilla on Google. Whatever, it’s art, and I didn’t walk up it. Before we get there, we strolled Seville’s waterfront, where mums were encouraged to take a free rose while enjoying a… Continue reading THE MUSHROOMS OF SEVILLE
TAPAS IN SEVILLE
More Spanish holiday snaps. I remember when my parents used to invite the neighbours round in the ’70s to watch those slide shows of photos from Torremelinos. Perhaps I should offer that as a prize in a future competition; a night in our new Sheffield guest bedroom (just finished) and bottled Doom Bar plus a… Continue reading TAPAS IN SEVILLE
MOORISH – CORDOBAN CATHEDRALS, CAFES & CARACOLES
Back to the holiday snaps, and a Saturday pottering around Cordoba. As usual, @timofnewbury had beat me here by about 35 years, and had the lovely postcard to prove it; I love towns where you just walk aimlessly for hours and look for tiny detail; Genoa and Naples (and Edinburgh) excel at that. Mrs RM… Continue reading MOORISH – CORDOBAN CATHEDRALS, CAFES & CARACOLES
