Help Me Ronda

Today was a real mix - but first we had to escape our hotel.‎ At 8am there was no sign of anyone and a vigorous pounding on the reception bell did nothing to change this. Our first thought was to just scarper but then we remembered that they were holding our passports. Bugger.

After systematically ransacking the reception desks we found the passports and, being gentlemen, left 45 2uros in their place. We then drove down to Malaga which was much prettier than anticipated with the resorts being separated by rugged and pretty coastline. We then drove through Malag itself which was, at least, no worse than I feared, before heading inland to Ronda........fan-bloody tastic. Chuffing hilly but truely stunning.

We are now staying in a friend of my co-pilot's villa in the Spanish hills. A different world doesn't begin to describe the experience. Put it this way - he lives here because if he ever returns to blighty he owes HM Revenue 3 million quid!


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