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
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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
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”
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
MRS RM’S “UNIQUE” BOTTLE OPENING METHOD SPILLS THE CRAFT
What next from Cordoba ? Oh, the Ku Klux Klan trail, I guess. No, not really, but still a little unsettling to see in the religious shops that outnumber Bass dispensaries here. Cordoba has treasures at every turn, like this half-finished Roman Brunning & Price gastropub. Depending on your perspective, I guess, all Spanish bars… Continue reading MRS RM’S “UNIQUE” BOTTLE OPENING METHOD SPILLS THE CRAFT
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