Day 4 - Nijar - Malaga

Trip Start Oct 06, 2013
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Trip End Oct 24, 2013


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Flag of Spain  , Andalusia,
Thursday, October 10, 2013

At this time of year in the region it is still quite light we'll into the evening. The other side of that coin is that the sun rises late making it difficult to get away much before 9.30 am. At 7.30 am it is still dark, the baker does not deliver the bread until 8 and so it goes - hey we are in Spain, siestas, global credit crisis loans from the central European bank etc, etc. People are very lay back here, there is no obvious signs of poverty, crisis or unemployment. People seem content and we'll adjusted to their environment. They are content I would say. It is not the same somewhat stressful existence in which most of us find ourselves in as we compete with on another.

Hmm so much for the introspective, back to our adventure. Another almost 400 K to cover today. We hit out around 9.30. Mr. GPS took us for some sort of social study tour initially, but finally we got on to the open road and some high speed curves in the foothills of the Sierra Nava. Seems that no matter what, it is a fine line between pleasure and pain. Ahead a magnificent road stretched out as it twists and turns inviting you to open up and experience the thrill of banking into a nicely cambered high speed turn, but then just to keep you grounded you cross an arrow painted on the road to remind idiots what direction you are supposed to be travelling. As you make contact you feel the front shell monetarily release it's grip on the roared due to the slippery paint. The bike shudders, but only for the fraction of a second that it takes to slip off the arrow and again grad the for the surety of the natural bitumen surface. It is just a moment, you can consider it a message from God to remind you that you are insignificant and extremely fragile. After that you become more alert, more careful and most of all stay off the bloody painted bits of the road.

After the foothills we climbed way up into the mountains. Mike took us into a small village on the way. Mr. GPS said we could get to the place we had planned to have lunch at via this route. After a series of narrow lanes we came to a small town square. While Mike & Alex entered into an argument with Mr. GPS, I decided to ask a local for directions. I think he was a bit dim, because he did not seem to understand me very much. Anyway eventually he caught on and gathered the gist of where we wanted. He took one look at mMike and his bike and started to say something that sounded like Hail Mary's before pointing up into the mountains to where the place was while shaking his head. I assumed immediately that while in his assessment Alex and I were deemed capable of the challenge, clearly he thought Mike was not. So all for one and one for all, we decided to try to get to our destination via a more civilised route that Mike could cope with.

Eventually made it up and down the mountains safely and back to Malaga. Made our way to the western side of town so we could enjoy an easy run to catch the 1pm ferry to Morocco the following day.

Dinner at out hotel finished of with so fancy flamenco guitar playing and traditional Spanish vocal accompaniment as a local group did some rehearsals.
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