Away from the coastal tourist strip that includes Malaga.
It looks like more limestone.
A north south series of mountains.
We wonder if its part of the same formation as the Rif Mountains.
70 or more varieties of eucalypts. Remnants of research from the beginning of the 20th century. Looking for the trees that grow well in the climate.
We are headed through Antequera towards Granada and Alhambra.
Interesting looking but narrow.
We figured that the combination of gps and following the tour bus should be ok.
The dolmen may be up to 5000 years old.
At the far end (the railings are just visible) is a 1m diameter hole that's been drilled about 30m down.
We think there's been a bit of archeology and rebuilding.
Unusually it seems to be aligned with the distant hill to the right.
All the pillars are in place. Then along comes the bridge building machine.
Nearly only three wheels on the wagon.
Three broken wheel studs.
Looks like the first one broke quite a while ago.
Fortunately realised there was a problem before the wheel fell off. Kicking myself for not seeing it earlier.
The Spanish equivalent of RACQ came to our rescue with a reciprocal agreement. We have phone numbers for automobile clubs in all countries.
It got easier when part numbers were available from Australia and parts were found off the shelf in Madrid.
Humourous bit is that "part" in Spanish translates to "asparagus". At times we weren't too sure what was happening.
The last day we managed a night in the dealer's compound.
This is (we think) the town hall in Malaga.
History goes back to the Pheonecians.
We also walked further up the hill to the Castillo de Gibralfaro.
We persevered with the tourist map and eventually became familiar.
We could even find the same restaurant twice. A Chinese one as we found the Spanish restaurant food not good value for our money.
We never did find out what the problem was but there were plenty of police around.
Cheap and clean.
Well used.
We preferred to walk.
Live music and dancing in one of the gardens.
They were tired.
It took us a while to trace the noise.
Happy to be independent.
Thought we might find a campsite somewhere near the pass.
The road didn't go down again, we were in a valley full of villages and farms.
