We arrived back in Manchester from Malaga just after 20:00. I’d once again saved £9 by not sitting with Mrs RM. She said she’d have paid £90 not to sit with me. Despite it taking 15 minutes for Mrs RM to disembark the plane, and 10 to clear passport control, we actually made the Welsh… Continue reading BACK IN BLIGHTY, BITBURGER BEATS BITTER
ONE LAST GLASS OF IMPERIAL PASTRY STOUT BEFORE WE LEAVE MALAGA
I’d left Mrs RM to rest while I walked up Malaga’s castle on our last day, but I found I was missing her dreadfully as I weighed up my last tick tope. Not much to weigh up, two of the craft beer options seemed closed, and I’d walked past La Madriguera a dozen times and… Continue reading ONE LAST GLASS OF IMPERIAL PASTRY STOUT BEFORE WE LEAVE MALAGA
RESISTING EL PIMPI
Inevitably when you visit a new city, whether Malaga or Maidenhead, you leave having failed to visit at least one “must see”. In Malaga, deterred by numerous Trip Advisor reviews calling out a tourist trap and a pretentious website I ignored the sound advices of Boak and Bailey and avoided El Pimpi. But, like the… Continue reading RESISTING EL PIMPI
NO ESCAPING DIMPLED BEER MUGS, EVEN IN MALAGA
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
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
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