Walking Back To Happiness

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We are taking quite a shine to Nerja.  The old town is charming and there are plenty of bars and restaurants to choose from, but the REAL attraction is that everything seems to open at a sensible time.  Probably because there are so many Northern Europeans here, they have abandoned the whole 'no dinner until 8:30' nonsense.  Last night we found a very nice Italian that happily served up pizzas at 7:30 and it is opposite an Indian that gets good reviews...so that is tonight sorted.

Over a postprandial glass of tinto we sorted out a circular route that started with a long stretch of coast heading west then turned inland through typical Spanish 'white' villages via 2 sodding great hills.  This morning a check on the weather told us that the coastal drag would be into a substantial headwind so we very cleverly reversed the route, meaning we would do all the hills in the morning and have a tailwind back along the coast.

Leaving Nerja we were immediately into the hills, never terrible but mostly bottom-gear, and it was a tough morning.  I would like to blame my poor hill-climbing on advancing age, but an almost complete lack of training may have played its part.  

In Competa we were rewarded with a splendid 'menu dia'.  Had we insisted on eating from the menu a burger was €9 so 3 excellent courses for a tenner was a steal.  Leaving the village the day took a significant turn for the better, first with a gravity powered blast back to the coast then a wind powered blast back to Nerja.  My cycling talents are minimal at best but I am quite good at screaming down a hill and, in a tailwind, my 6'4" frame makes an excellent sail.

Tonight we will head to the afore-mentioned Indian which happens to be next to a small square which is advertising a Saturday night shindig.  Live music, dancing girls, the whole shebang.  We will dress up!

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  1. Anonymous14 March 2026 at 19:46

    Does “dressing up” include flip flops?

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    1. Steve Wesson14 March 2026 at 20:13

      No...proper dressing up with lace-shoes, socks and long trousers.

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