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
SARDINES AND SAN MIGUEL ON MALAGA BEACH
This morning’s post comes to you from historic Antequera Station, by common consensus the dullest in Spain. No cafe, no vending machine, nothing. The Oxenholme for the Lake District of the South, perhaps. There’s so much to see in Malaga Old Town, particularly in the religious shops. Or above it, as here. And the smell… Continue reading SARDINES AND SAN MIGUEL ON MALAGA BEACH
FONTS AND FREE TAPAS
Day 1 in Malaga. 12:30, time for lunch. Well, obviously that’s breakfast time in Spain, where everyone eats their tea at lunchtime. But the breakfast at B & B Hotel was a bit meagre, from the pastries and pate camp. Because we’d declined to have our room cleaned each night (Covid !) one breakfast was… Continue reading FONTS AND FREE TAPAS