Another out of sequence post here, but we’ve done such a lot over the last 36 hours that it’s better to post whilst everything is clear in our minds.

Tuesday morning, the last day of February 2023, and we set off for Antequera, which is a little over a 1 hour drive from Torrox. Joe had booked a hotel overlooking one of the squares in the centre of town – Hotel Infante.

Antequera is known as “the heart of Andalucia” due to its central location between the cities of Malaga, Granada, Cordoba and Seville. In 2011, Antequera had a population of circa 40,000 inhabitants and is situated at an altitude of 575 meters.

The city dates back to Roman times and there is a lot to see both in the city and the nearby national parks.

The large wooden shutters revealed stunning views across the square and of our local bell tower. There are a lot of bell towers in Antequera, and the city is steeped in history. In fact, if Joe had dug a little deeper into his pocket, he could have secured a room at the back of the hotel with views of the Alcazabar.

Before we arrived at the Hotel car park – or more aptly the waste ground near to the hotel where literally hundreds of cars were parked for free – we visited the Dolmens of Antequera.

The Dolmens of Antequera is a world heritage site but it is actually an ensemble of several cultural monuments. The Dolmen of Menga, Dolmen of Viera, Tholos of El Romeral and two natural mountain features – the El Torcal and the Pena de los Enamorados.

The Dolmens of Menga and Viera were the ones we would visit en-route to our hotel and they are just a mile or so out of the town. The Dolmen of Menga is a megalithic mound called a tumulus, long barrow form of dolmen and dates back to 3700 BC. We also visited the Dolmen of Viera, which is in close proximity and is a type of megalithic single-chamber tomb.

We queued for an hour to gain entry into the Dolmen of Viera and were somewhat underwhelmed – if I could understand more Spanish, I think I would find this isn’t a unique opinion.

And some photos of the Dolmen of Menga.

We then headed to the hotel and set off for a whistle stop tour of Antequera. This was when Moe discovered that Antequera has an marvellous collection of bell towers.

We passed the Bullring, which has largely been rebuilt in recent decades and is no longer used for bull fighting but holds local events and concerts.

We had picked one of the worst days of the year in terms of finding somewhere to eat in the evening – 28th February is Andalucia day – marking the anniversary when the region became an autonomous community of Spain. Eventually we found Abrasador Bodegas Triana and had an excellent close to the day. Food, service and atmosphere was excellent.

Some more photos below of our whirlwind tour of Antequera and the meal at Bodegas Triana.

We have a little bit of catch-up to do on the blog so it’s a fast rewind to Torrox…

Thursday (23 Feb 2023) we walked into Torrox costa from the campsite on a very windy and rather chilly day.

Dinner was at the local restaurant, La Roima.

Friday Moe had to visit the Doctor so we drove into Torrox and to the “Centro de salud”. She took her passport and GHIC card and was triaged by a nurse straight away followed by a short wait before she was examined by the Doctor and prescribed some medication.

Very fast and efficient but we should have been better prepared, with more stuff written down and translated. We assumed incorrectly, that in this part of Spain, everyone would speak good English but this was far from the case at the Torrox health centre.

After lunch we drove to Nerja and looked around this charming old town. The old and new meet along this coastline.

The Eagle Aqueduct, also known as the Eagle Bridge was built in the 19th century and has been used continuously since – presently used to irrigate farmland. It was built originally to aid the industrial revolution and was intended to carry water from the town of Nerja to the local sugar refinery in Maro.

The aquaduct was commissioned by the factory owner, Francisco Cantarero Senio and his signature is visible in the central pavilion of the aquaduct.

The design of the aqueduct is typical of the period of its construction (19th century), when the Mudejar style (copied from the ornamental architecture originally used by Muslim craftsmen in Spain between the 13th and 15th centuries) was very popular. The aqueduct is four stories high; each tier is constructed from a series of brick, horseshoe shaped archways, of which there are 37 in total. These are topped with a mudejar-style spire, on top of which is a weather vane in the shape of a double-headed eagle, from which the aqueduct takes its name. The origin of the eagle symbol is not known for certain, but it is rumoured that during the time of construction eagles were seen nesting in the hills of Maro.

Saturday we returned to Torrox old town.

Towering above the main square, with its warm, golden bricks contrasting against the white houses stands Torrox’s main church ‘Nuesta Senora de la Encarnacion’.

The church was built in the 16th Century over the site of an ancient mosque. Today the main parts date from the end of the 19th century as the church had to be completely rebuilt after it was damaged in a strong earthquake.

The new church was built in a Baroque style. It is a surprisingly large church for a pueblo. Constructed with 3 naves and a beautiful square tower which has semi-circular arches supporting a roof with pinnacles

Sunday we drove back to Lake Vinuela and walked part way around the reservoir. We also visited Periana because there’s a rough gravel track from Periana to Ventas de Zafarraya. In fact, with some decent electric bikes I think one could cycle from Lake Vinuela all the way to Zafarraya itself.

Monday we visited one of the pretty white villages – Frigiliani. Voted the ‘prettiest village in Andalucía’ by the Spanish tourism authority, Frigiliana is also important from an historical viewpoint. El Fuerte, the hill that climbs above the village, was the scene of the final bloody defeat of the Moors of La Axarquía in their 1569 rebellion.

We had a good look around this stunning location which is a tangle of narrow cobbled streets lined with whitewashed houses, their wrought-iron balconies filled with planters of brilliant red geraniums

Moe is still under the weather with a cold so cycling for the two of us was off the menu for today. We decided to head inland from Vejez – Malaga. It was a warm sunny day but a heavy haze was present in the mountains.

Our first stop was lake Viñuela.

Lake Viñuela is set in the stunning landscape of the Axarquia in Malaga province and we arrived from Torrox in less than an hour. It isn’t actually a lake but a man-made reservoir which was formed by a dam being built across the Guaro river, one of the two tributories of the Vélez River that run through the area.

The other tributary is aptly named RíoSeco (Dry River), because there are so many months here without rainfall. At full capacity the reservoir can hold up to 170 million cubic metres of water and the surrounding lush pastures allow for thriving agriculture based on its olive groves, its vineyards and its cereal crops.

Prior to the creation of the reservoir, extensive archaeological excavations were carried out, producing evidence of Neolithic and Roman settlements, demonstrating the longevity of this area’s historic legacy.

Whilst the reservoir can hold up to 170 million cubic metres of water, it is looking remarkably empty. It is our first visit here so have no prior years with which we can compare. There was an area close to the lake where a number of campervans were wild-camping; a truly stunning location.

We then drove further up the mountains to the town of Zafarraya. Or at least a rocky outpost some 3km from Zafarraya.

Here is situated the cave of Bouquete de Zafarraya.

The cave is located at an altitude of some 1,100 metres in the foothills of the Sierra Tejeda. The cave opening is in the centre of the above image, about a third down from the top. We felt the track up to the cave was a little beyond our capabilities!

In the summer of 1988, during a series of archaeological excavations carried out in the south of the Iberian Peninsula, a Neanderthal jawbone was unearthed in Boquete de Zafarraya cave (Alcaucîn, Málaga) which, due to its exceptional state of preservation, is considered one of the finest pieces ever discovered in Western Europe.

The jawbone, along with a femur and other remains, belonged to a male approximately 40 years old and 1.61 m. tall whom archaeologists christened Zafarraya man.

We also discovered that the track running below the cave is a disused railway line – or via verde – running from Zafarraya to Periana. If only we’d had the bikes with us…

The Mirador provided the perfect place to eat our packed lunch.

Having missed out on the opportunity to cycle the via verde, we set off for the village of Alcaucin. The route was single track with a very steep descent and subsequent ascent into Alcaucin.

Alcaucin borders with the province of Granada. The municipality is situated approximately 54 kilometers north of the city of Málaga. The name was derived from al-kautín, the Arabic of “the arches.”

The village of Alcaucín extends its lands to the north of the Axarquía, between the mountains of the Sierra de Alhama and Sierra de Tejeda within the corridor of Periana. It includes the “Boquete de Zafarraya” an important mountain pass in the mountainous region of Axarquía. It adjoins the Sierras of Tejeda, Almijara and Alhama Natural Park to the east.

Some photos from our walk around this rather pretty village.

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On Tuesday, we had a fairly lazy start to the day and visited the local Mercadona to restock our fridge.

Later on in the afternoon Joe took off on his bike to the old town of Torrox. The journey there was all fairly “off-road” although the first section was very much “on-road” – just that it was a road to nowhere!

It looks as though the town of “Puerto Narixa” was planned for this sub-division of Torrox but little exists other than the access road which meanders up to and then under the A7 and finally onwards (via gravel track) to Torrox pueblo. In fact it looks as though it’s been as good as abandoned.

It was quite a treat to wake up to a still morning. The sun is shining, it’s warm and the wind which has tormented us at Conil for the past few weeks has receded. Our view from the van as we ate breakfast was a large concrete wall. Like all the other concrete walls at Camping El Pino this one is painted green. It is not any easier on the eye for this and we are still squashed onto a plot barely big enough for a tent.

Then, after breakfast, a stroke of good fortune as Joe spotted a different pitch just 50m away which had been vacated by a large motorhome. We had a good look at this plot and decided to swap pitches, the caravan being just a 10 minute journey away via the motor-mover.

Our new pitch is much better. We can erect our sun canopy and there is room for the car.

This afternoon there was even room for a pop-up bike repair shop as we finally replaced our bike tyres – the Continental tyres we had purchased some 10 years ago and which have suffered on a single puncture between us.

Needless to say another 4 Continentals were popped onto the bikes.

The move and bike repairs took all day and it was finally time for an ice cold beer and a BBQ.

Our new pitch is is a far cry from 145 and we will most likely stay the planned two weeks.

We’ve now spent two thirds of our allowable time in the EU at Camping La Rosaleda in Conil de La Frontera and today it is time to head east to Torrox and Camping El Pina. Torrox is located on the Mediterranean coast around 30 miles west of Malaga and our total journey time was estimated at around 3.5 hours with a distance to cover of some 160 miles.

Google selected a route via the A381 which was inland from Vejer. Whilst it looked a little more direct I think following the N340 along the coast would have been the better option. We also took a wrong turn and added another 20 or so miles to our journey.

We finally arrived at Camping El Pino around 13:30 and made the mistake of trying to drive into the campsite. Fairly quickly we were ordered to reverse back out onto the street and to park at the bus-stop. It turns out there is no arrivals area within the site and given it’s a large site of some 400 odd places, the car and caravan were abandoned for a good half an hour.

The site doesn’t take reservations and I have been in frequent contact with them about availability so we were surprised for reception to tell us there was very limited space and that we should walk around the site and look for a suitable pitch. They said that this year has been extremely busy and space is limited – if only they had said so in the emails!

Finally we chose a pitch on which there was just room for the car and caravan. If you can’t fit the car on your pitch then it has to be left outside.

Our first impressions of the site aren’t fantastic. The toilet blocks and washrooms are well equipped, modern and very clean. Everything else is just really crammed in, disorganised and the site has a real shanty-town feel to it. The receptionist was efficient and we were able to pay initially for just a few days whilst we decide if we want to stay longer. If we do stay longer then we can utilise the special winter offers which are great value.

In the evening we headed to the local pizzeria (Roima) and they managed to find us a table. In contrast to Conil, there isn’t a great requirement to speak Spanish in this part of Spain! Food was great and the Pizerria Roima was packed all evening.

Looks like I got a bit behind with the blog and there are a few days missing prior to our departure from Conil de la frontera. Two thirds of our “winter allowance” have been spent at Camping Rosaleda and tomorrow we set off to Torrox and Camping El Pino.

By late afternoon we had finished the final preparations for our departure. The bikes were on top of the car, the awning was all packed away and the caravan orientated for a quick departure. We completed our preparations in time to spend the late afternoon “en la casa de Richard” to celebrate his birthday.

Apart from some fine Chicharrones, salami and alcoholic beverages, the pie and cakes were all from the award-winning bakery in Chiclana – La Cremita. There was a tuna / tomato and a goats cheese / caramelised onion empanada. Both were delicious but in particular, the goats cheese and onion “pie” was truly outstanding.

Moe would disagree entirely and proceeded to sample just about every cake on offer. In most instances not for the first time this trip!

Yet again Moe is being entertained by a “northern” contingent. Four of us originally from Yorkshire, one just across the border at Clitheroe and Moe from darn sarth, Somerset…

Earlier in the week, it seems we enjoyed rather a lot of eating. Carnival community meal on Friday.

Lunch in Conil at Verde y Blanco.

Wednesday we caught the bus to Vejer and ate at El Califa, one of the best restaurants in the area and having missed the planned bus back to Conil had a couple of additional hours to explore this pretty white village. Some of the streets and views into the house patios are simple stunning.

Today is February 14th, St Valentines day. Fortunately for Joe, Amazon next-day delivered the card for Moe.

Moe wasn’t quite so lucky, apparently having to spend many a morning lovingly, hand crafting a symbol of affection, whilst I was busy at Spanish lessons. To be honest, it looks great and so much thought…

Today the walking group had two new additions in Paul and Andrea, and one no-show, with Lorna confined to bed with a cough / cold / Covid – I guess we will soon find out which!

We drove to Playa de Camposoto and parked at the end of the boardwalk.

The weather was fine, not too cold, but still a wicked Easterly wind drove sand across the dunes and over the beach. We ate a picnic lunch at Bateria de San Genis and found shelter from the strong wind around the former battlements.

Batería de San Genís is part of the whole defensive system of bastions and batteries that protected the southern entrance of Islote de Sancti Petri in the early nineteenth century along with the Castillo de Sancti Petri and two other batteries, Batería de Aspiroz and Batería de Urrutia. It was named after Sangenís Antonio Torre, and was capable of holding 35 pieces of artillery.

We walked around the headland and followed the coastline back to the car. About 5 miles in total but we feel pretty beaten up by the wind and sand.

There are no cafes open on the beach during the winter months but Joe’s cunning plan lead us to the La Cremita Cafe in downtown San Fernando. This is a coffee shop, cake and bread retail outlet which serves products baked at the award-winning “La Cremita” bakery – situated in an industrial unit on the western edge of Chiclana.

We enjoyed a coffee and then proceeded to purchase all the cakes and bread we needed. Plus lots we didn’t need! They did have some delicious-looking Valentines cakes but we managed to control our temptation.

Monday and we cycled to El Nautico with Richard and Jennifer. This was our second visit there in just over a week and the food, location and ambience is a good as ever. We headed over the cliffs on another blustery day. The only mishap being Moe fell into a gorse bush and is suffering from a wound to her pride.

Sunday we packed a picnic and set off for Trafalgar. The ride was again plagued by very strong winds and by the time we had reached El Palmar we decided to abort the trip and rode into El Palmar for our packed lunch. On the route back we cycled past the medieval tower along the dirt track which runs parallel to the beach. It’s not an easy route but it’s a lot prettier than the cycle track alongside the main road. We got back in time to watch the England v Italy rugby international, which England won by 34-14.

Saturday and we are still under orange wind warnings so a walk into town was as much as we wanted to do. The awning is still just about in one piece after a second very wild night.

Friday and the campsite maintenance crews are busy collecting the overnight twigs and branches which have parted their way from the abundance of trees at Camping La Rosaleda. Nick has had a large branch land on his motorhome but can’t see any damage. Joe was woken up at 3:00am by the storm and given our pitch is overlooked by numerous trees, was expecting disaster at any moment. Nothing happened.

Throughout Friday, the storm continued un-abated and despite the orange weather warnings for wind, two intrepid cyclists set off on a near death mission on their bikes. Moe remined me later that there is a fine line between bravery and stupidity…

The prize nonetheless, a bag of Chicharrones and a wheel barrow wheel. In fact, a wheel each! As if cycling without the encumbrance of a wheel wasn’t challenging enough! Meanwhile, the wheel is making a very good weight to hold down the awning sides…

The “wheel-barrow-wheel shop” was interesting. A co-operative which stocked everything from farming tools to wheel-barrow-wheels to kitchen appliances to local sherry. A bottle of the finest local sherry from Chiclana just happened to fall into the shopping cart.

The Chicharrones were very tasty though and almost worth the effort! You may ask what these are. Well they aren’t entirely dissimilar to pork scratchings but a) they are not tooth extraction devices and b) there is more meat to them. They are cooked in this particular shop every Friday.

Thursday was another Spanish lesson followed by multiple trips to Conil Bike – to buy a new saddle for Joe’s bike and replacement brake blocks for both of our bikes.

Wednesday was our first visit to El Nautico of 2023.

Finally, Wednesday evening was Quiz night and a stunning performance, particularly from Jennifer and Richard! Third prize and to be honest, we made quite a few errors – on another occasion we could have easily claimed top spot and the massive 28 Euros in prize money

Wednesday, Day 53 and a damp start to the day. But… Today marks the opening of one of our favourite restaurants following the closure for their winter vacations. We will be heading there for lunch.

Tuesday and we drove to Chiclana with Katerina, Lorna and John (from the walking group). We parked near “Rock and Wheels” and then walked across the wetlands to San Fernando. The map is a bit mis-leading because it includes the route back via the Chiclana – Cadiz tram. It was very busy again – nice to see it being utilised – but was full of school kids; Hope there isn’t much Covid around here!

There was a nice sheltered spot for lunch about half way into the walk.

We stopped for coffee at the Plaza del Rey, a large square (currently undergoing a restoration) dominated by the Casa consistorial de San Fernando. This building houses the administrative offices of the city government of San Fernando and is of neoclassic style and considered the largest town hall in Andalusia and the third largest in Spain.

A selection of photos from Tuesday’s walk.

Spanish lessons continue on Monday and Thursday mornings…

Sunday we cycled to Vejer and met Paul and Andrea for lunch. The electric bikes coped well with the very steep climb and hair-pin bends upwards to the mountain-top village of Vejer de la frontera.

Mixed in with our cycling and walking days we enjoyed some lazy days around the campsite; the English quiz is up and running on a Wednesday evening and the Friday night communal meals are on-going. The weather has been gradually warming up in that overnight lows are now back into double figures and daytime highs in the mid-teens. Warm enough to sit outside the caravan and read a book. My latest venture is another Ken Follett book – “World without end”.

Last Wednesday we walked to the port and back with the walking group. Coffee at the El Pastor restaurant and a total distance of about 10 miles.

Only in Spain – but our route to the port takes us along some rural roads. In front of us was a “farmer” taking his two cows for a walk. One was a huge beast and he had no control over them – they were lashed together with a rope and he was holding the rope. Didn’t take them long to escape his clutches and for them to come stampeding past us as we scrambled off the path and took refuge in the hedgerow.

He can be seen in this picture (in the distance) attempting to re-capture them.

A collage of photos from the port walk.