I am indeed having a great time here. Minor problems and lots of great things about it.
Unfortunately 2 days in during my time in Nerja I got sick. For about half the time here I’ve had some mild symptoms of being sick like sore throat and cough but nothing serious – I chalked it up to being exposed to new bugs. But then it got much worse and spread to my ears, so I went to see a doctor who prescribed some antibiotics, but I’m not sure they’re doing the job because I got better for a day or two and I’ve sort of plateued and moderately sick for 4 days without much improvement. I’ll probably go back tomorrow if it doesn’t improve.
For the first 2 days I was sick I mostly just sat in my hotel room in Nerja, on the roof there, and sometimes outside dining away from other diners. Then back to Malaga for a day – I mostly rode the big red double decker open topped city tours tourist busses. I find that’s a fun way to get a feel for a city and it was cool and rainy enough (until later) that I was alone up on the roof most of the time (didn’t want to get anyone else sick). There’s a castle on the edge of Malaga called Gibralfaro which is both cool in and of itself but has amazing views of the city. I definitely recommend checking it out. I might post some pictures to the thread later, I’ve got some good ones, I just haven’t had time to organize them very well or post much. I’ve been busy every day and when I have a moment to relax I’m usually planning the next day’s stay/transport/activities.
After malaga, I rented a car and headed out to drive the white villages of Andlucia, which were of course beautiful. The actual drive on the country highways was amazing – the roads were very well kept, the scenery was beautiful all around. It was a lot of farmland, but there are huge hills all over the Spanish country which give it a fairly unique look compared to boring flat agricultural lands.
The driving in the cities was … challenging. Cities and towns in Spain are very dense no matter the size. @JoseB, who is an encyclopedia on Spain, explained that there was a period of pretty much constant warfare from various factions from around 700 to 1492. Scattered homes would be vulnerable to raiding, so even small rural villages are compact enough to put some city walls up and be defensible. So even rural towns of 200 or 300 people have dense housing (apartments and townhomes) along narrow streets, just like the big cities. They pretty much have the same density of Madrid, just very small. That’s EXTREMELY different than the relationship between urban/suburban/rural in the US. They barely even have anything you could call suburbs (that I’ve seen) – it’s just how big your dense urban area is and how many people live there.
Anyway, Ronda was mentioned a couple of times up thread and it is unique and beautiful. It’s surrounded on all sides by rolling hills and forests and farmland, and the city itself is pretty unique. There were streets there that had insane levels of slope, like seemed like a 30-35% grade. Walking them is more like walking up stairs than a street. And there was only street parking in the entire city and it seemed like it was at capacity everywhere. To walk through the part with the famous bridge over the canyon I probably would’ve had to have parked a 20 or 30 minute walk away. So I only ended up seeing the city while driving it. If I came back there, I’d arrive by bus.
It’s also a tight, narrow, challenging drive with sloped, narrow alleyways that I wasn’t sure were actually roads even though my GPS maps said they were. I made a wrong turn when I was trying to leave, and I ended up going through a crazy tight area where it was only about 1.2 to 1.5 car widths wide, but it was a two way street! If you ran into someone going the other way, one of you was goijng to have to back up until you could find somewhere that you could pull off half the road. I went over a bridge where people often go to take selfies and they have to push themselves against the wall while you drive by giving them like 2 feet of room from the car. I was so nervous I was going to scrape up my brand new rental. So I had some of my most pleasant and more unpleasant driving of my life in the same day.
Went to another couple of the white villages that were very beautiful and headed towards a very isolated little town called La Muela where I had booked a stay. It was 5km from anything with a few hundred (?) residents but it had the narrowest streets that were verrrry difficult to drive. I read too late that the host had sent me a message saying eat before you come because there’s no food available in town after 3pm. Not even a convenience store or gas station or even vending machines. (Vending machine “stores” are a thing here). Fortunately there was one exception – apparently on Saturday nights the local bar keeps making food at night, so I lucked out on that one. I wasn’t going to go driving 5km to the next town over after it’d been such a pain to drive those streets and park.
Some of the people there had such strong accents that I couldn’t even recognize it as Spanish. Apparently rural Cadiz has some of the strongest regional accents in the country. I ended up having a problem when the bar I went to didn’t take cards (so far, everyone Europe took cards, apparently being cash-only is something you really only see in rural areas) and I didn’t have enough Euros on me to pay for my meal. This was my mistake, I should always have cash, but using cards is so ubiquitous here I wasn’t in a hurry to refill my Euro stash. It was… quite difficult to try to negotiate with the owner of the bar who I couldn’t understand at all, and who had no patience for what might be the first American he’s ever met, but eventually he took double the bill in USD.
Early the next day there was a mechanical issue with the car – I called the roadside assistance and it was a simple issue but they just sent a tow truck and no mechanic and took it with them. The guy told me to call the rental agency, that they would send out a replacement car or at least order a cab for me, but when I did that, they said oh you didn’t book through us, go through the site you booked with and see if they have that service. So I was stranded at some gas station on a country road in the middle of nowhere. There were few busses from that area back to a city, and I would’ve had to walk with my luggage a few kilometers in the heat to get to the next town over. I ended up checking blablacar and there was someone going my way and kindly picked me up from where I was.
First time using blablacar and I may have mentioned it before in this thread but I gotta say it’s an amazing service and I have absolutely no idea how we don’t have it in the US. The name is dumb, but once someone puts a good idea out there usually there’s 10 competitors instantly trying to copy it. It’s actual “ride share”, not like uber which is just an unlicensed taxi service. People that are going from one place to another post their trip on the site, and other people who want to go the same way chip in some cheap amount to help with gas, and you meet up and share the ride. Such an obvious business, and so useful, and it offsets some of the costs for the driver and is usually cheaper than a bus/train ticket for the passengers, and you meet new people (which, granted, can be good or bad).
So anyway, the driver is very kind and offers to pick me up where I was, and she texts me and says “ok, I’m going to be there in 40 minutes, I’m in an unpainted van license plate ####” and I’m like, oh, great, I’m getting picked up by a sketchy van at a rural gas station in the middle of nowhere, I’m gonna die. But it turns out I didn’t get murdered at all. It was actually much more of a Cadiz hippie van than a rural murder van, and the driver and my fellow passengers were very kind and it was a great experience.
I made it to Jerez de la frontera. It’s where most of the sherry in the world is made. In fact the drink is named after the city – somehow “Jerez” became “Sherry” when the British translated it. It was late so I just stayed there for the night. It took me a few tries to find a bar where I could try sherry. Apparently a lot of bars in Andalucia close early on Sunday in some sort of religious observance and so the rest of them can be packed.
The person at the rental agency told me that if I can make it back to any of their rental agencies, they’d give me a car for the duration of my rental. There was a rental station in Jerez, but they told me they had no cars available. So while this should’ve been day 2 of me having a rental car, I don’t have one, and there were no reasonably priced auotmatics available in this whole area of the country. (If I could drive manual, I’d have my choices of cars at like $20-30 a day). So I need to figure out what to do about that – I still do want to drive around this coast, but it may not end up being practical after this delay and the limited availability of cars here.
It was quite hot in Jerez. Though it’s only like 30 or 40 miles from Cadiz, once you get away from the cooling influence of the sea it gets hot fast here. It was about 87f when I was walking through town to the train station. Oddly, even though it’s quite a large town, there was no uber there, no bolt, no lyft, no cabify. You could hail a cab, but I didn’t see one on my way.
Now I’m in Cadiz and I wanted to cool down a bit before I explore the rest of the city. Look at Cadiz on a map – the central district of Cadez is on a very narrow peninsula. It’s not at all where you would expect a dense city. I’m staying at the very end and I’m about to head out to walk through the city and check out the beaches.