We began in Malaga with a great breakfast of local cheese, meats and various breads. This was washed down with either watery tea or tar consistency coffee. After a few photos we left for Ronda.
After a few of navigational issues we left. Malaga. The road was not too bad and after an hour or so Howard handed over to Ben
The road detiorated slightly. Then as we got to Ronda the roads got steadily narrower. On one Ben stalled the vehicle. He tried to put on the footbrake but it would not hold. Ben decided to go down the brute force option. A few bits of burning rubber later he forced it up the hill.
After that drama and with Ben’s nerves a little worse for wear we arrived at the hotel. First stop was to buy Ben a beer.
We headed for the bull ring which is the spiritual home of bullfighting. The ring was inaugurated in 1785 and is the dream place to fight for every aspiring Matador.
Ronda has a lovely mountain village kind of feel with narrow streets and views to die for. I would not recommend driving in it’s streets.
