The last throws of my Spanish sojourn.

As you get closer to Malaga the campsites become a living hell. People have permanent slots, with full on houses in the allotted pitch, full size tv’s, ghetto blasters, music till way after midnight. Now I’m a man of very simple pleasures and going to bed early is one of them, so all this late nightness didn’t sit well.

I still woke up at 7ish packed and got out fast. The campsite was still humming with communal snoring.

I stopped for breakfast.

Early morning roads are the best and the quiet road and cool breeze suited me just fine. I set the Garmin on Malaga and followed it’s directions.

Entering Malaga I looked from side to side seeking a bike shop, one came up on my left, Recyclo Bike Shop, and I swung in.

Talked to Greg who was from London I asked and received a bike box for my return to UK. That’s the hard bit of my day done. Now all I have to do today is sightsee around Malaga till I want to pack up and get to the airport.

Then I went for a coffee at their other shop in the centre of Malaga.