Ronda – Town on the Edge…. (literally!)
Up with the larks and out for breakfast…. couldn’t wait!!! Back in the van within minutes….. its pretty darn cold up here in the mountains without the sun cresting the ridge near the campsite…..
9am – bliss! Beautiful breakfast and we were away….
Into Ronda by bike…. decent 10km or so of enjoyable riding across the day…. certainly not as flat as Ille de Re!
Ronda is a staggeringly beautiful place…. the old bridge sits astride a vertiginous gorge that could certainly host a world bungee jump competition with admirable ease!!! Then onto the wonderful bullring… more of that to come later once they release their permission for us to post pictures of inside the bullring (thanks to Real Maestranza de Caballería de Ronda for allowing us to post these pictures)…. Libby spent the morning as a ‘Toro’ against her father’s matador! Great fun and then onto the Andalusian equine centre… sadly no displays were available but the arena was befitting of such a proud tradition…
Then out into the ‘miradors’ across the town – some wonderful vistas and great open air recitals from pan pipes through to the beautiful lilt of a harp…
Back on the bikes in search of tapas….. once found this was devoured with relish – both hot and cold tapas – and then onto the bike ride back… well in truth it became the circutious route across both new and old Ronda via some frightening stairs into the gorge, up some ascents worthy of the Sierra Nevada and then a battle with Spanish traffic through Ronda….
Back to the campsite, (note to self – never ride after tapas!!!…..) and a need to clear up, pack up and be ready for the departure towards Cadiz tomorrow. More ‘Pueblos Blancos’ en-route and maybe we will stop if we find anywhere that allows us more tapas (but with less of a bike ride afterwards…)