The alarm shook me from my slumber at 7.30. I had stupidly stayed up late watching films on Netflix.Ā I have no idea why i do that, it’s like a drug.
A couple of days earlier Paul had told me the ride from Ronda to Malaga was a big highway and cars and lorries and motorbikes. Must have been a completely different road to me as my road was quiet and the views were great. The Sierra de las Nieves were a revelation and considering their proximity to Malaga, so quiet.
What, you thought I would ride past.
Much of today was down hill with a couple of ups. I got to the Torremolinos campsite at about 10.30/11 checked in put up tent, showered then off to Decathlon 60 mins to get there walking and today was the 1st day they hadn’t had a delivery, I walked back to the campsite. Then I googled the first bike shop, rode to it but no luck, but the second, DSG Workshop, I thought it was only a rental shop, but the guy said
I was ecstatic. I hadn’t thought how I would get it back to the campsite.Ā This is an extremely awkward thing to do, balance box on my head, carry it under the arm, eventually I got it on the handlebars, taking up the whole pavement sometimes the road as well. But 60 mins later I had covered the 3kms and the box is ready to fill.
The last night, I thought I’d go out for a steak. Oh how I wish I had not. About as exciting as my life gets is having sparkling water with my meal and when I’m informed they have run out, everything from then is downhill. The Gambas al pil pil was just OK. The Argentinian rib eye was good but not great, the baked potatoes with it was abysmal (definately should have had chips), the service was appalling, for some reason I contemplated having a desert…… madness. I paid and got out.
Now I’m looking for ice cream.
A Couple of Days Ride Outta....... 