Travel Blogs from Málaga
Imogen and I were left to ourselves in Malaga; all our tour guides had left and Ruben was at work.
We made our way into the city for lunch, after all the greasy tapas I was quite excited to devour my Mexican salad at the port. It was quite a cultural experience; the restaurants were all joined in one section, offering us Greek, Indian, Mexican or Argentinian Grill.
Malaga has a rich Moorish past with a well preserved Alcazaba in its ...
... it is just the same. The streets are packed with people drinking and chatting. A large portion of these people are under 18; it's easy to get away with underage drinking at feria. You turn down an alleyway to find a young couple making out. 5 metres away, there is a drunk guy ******* against the wall. By the early afternoon, the streets are lined with filth, **** and rubbish. ...
... which I was surprised by but
there were some small business shops along the way. Farmacias and
Cafeterias mostly. The bank that I use here is Barclays because it is
the sister bank to Bank of America. Barclays and BBVA are the most
popular banks here.
One thing that I was surprised to find was that the streets are so
narrow here! Cars barely fit without scraping their side mirrors along
the wall! It’s crazy to be walking down ...
FRIGILIANA to MANILVA
The plan is yet again thwarted in Frigiliana because of the rain. It is a beautiful pueblo blanco in the mountains where I have planned a ridge walk entitled The Moor and his Parrot. We explore the old town on foot of course soon after we arrive and take a ride on the Wally Wagon, the McDonald train we call it. We plan to start out mid morning the next day and walk the 10 or so kilometres followed possibly by a beer and tapas in ...
... and beautiful ceilings. There is no colour. Everything is beige apart from a little bit of blue lacework in one of the ceilings. It is magnificent in its beigeness, but for me, totally lacking in spirit. I don't understand quite why I am not getting it, but there it is. It isn't helped by the lack of signage explaining what the various areas were used for, or even who used them. I suppose we should have paid a further €5 for the commentary phone. As I stand looking out ...