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For a few years I had been planning to take a nice tour in Andalusia and maybe tackle the hard path of the famous Badlands, fascinated by the locations: Granada, Gorafe, Tabernas, Cabo de Gata and Almeria but honestly I have the spirit of traveler and explorer nature and I don't have a great competitive spiritt, as well as I am allergic to ready-made tracks even though I know that surely the locals will have inserted passage points not to be overlooked, in any case I did not want to walk that track with the hassle of the stopwatch and the anxiety of performance, I have never subscribed to STRAVA and I think  will I ever do it at this point: as I always say, the track is just a canvas

In any case, this trip from the beginning started to take a bad turn, I had a flight booked for March 31st but my adventure companion was unable to leave due to Covid, not losing heart, I reorganize my family, work and other commitments for April 28, hoping that the temperatures of southern Spain were still compatible with a multi-day bike ride, after all we are always talking about the desert; in the meantime, the travel companion also changes, no longer Andrea but Guido.

On April 28th everything is ready: my refurbished Specialized Sequoia, repainted and renamed Spirt of Adventure, rubberized with 650b Hunt wheels and WTB Byway tires together with my unsurpassed Miss Grape bags are in the box, I get on a train towards Rome I have dinner with my cousin who takes me to the airport where I spend the night wandering around the deserted halls on a skateboard and at dawn I'm flying to Malaga.

Let's start not really well: I arrive in Malaga and it is colder than when I left Rome, Guido's Flight, which departed from Milan, is half a day late and only in the afternoon we can meet and reach our Hostel; after a lunch, the Italian restaurant managed and owned by a friend of mine and fellow countryman "O Mamma Mia", we prepare the bikes and decide to do a load test through the city streets; passing through the famous Parque Paseo, we cross the center and climb to the Rock of Gibralfaro which overlooks the city.

Arriving at the top of the hill we are surprised by a very strong storm: in five minutes we are practically soaked, we find a makeshift shelter and go back to the Hostel, since leaving with all the wet equipment is not exactly ideal, we dry everything back to our friend for dinner and then to sleep; after all, I haven't closed my eyes for almost 24 hours.



Fortunately the next morning the bad weather passed, the temperatures are very low for the season, but it does not rain, we make a short stop at the Malagueta Beach, a souvenir photo of the starting point of our tour and we leave Malaga after a short ride in center.

Malaga is a renovated city, where modern and old blend harmoniously in the new Paseo and marina, a little less in the Plaza de Toros area surrounded by buildings of the economic boom of the 80s / 90s: we will have time to visit it better. at the Come Back.

Getting out of the inhabited center takes time, but the cycle paths reach the outskirts, today's stage is important 140 km for about 2400 meters in altitude.

After a couple of hours of cycling, following a road with little traffic in the midst of citrus and olive groves, we arrive at the small town of Coin.

Coin is the typical Andalusian town with its white houses, the central square with patio and palm trees, narrow but unusually lively streets, in the square we allow ourselves a sandwich with raw ham and a drink, we continue the visit for a while along the historic alleys of this village where the houses are embellished with murals of aphorisms by poets and thinkers from around the world.

In the afternoon following a so-called Ruta Rural, that is a country road that crosses orange and olive groves; it seems to be in a postcard, the road is always uphill but never too hard, except for a few short leg-cut sections, the temperatures begin to be Andalusian, we are around 30 degrees when we arrive in Alozaina a village perched on a hill overlooking the valleys agricultural, the climb to get to the town is really challenging, we use all the gears to go up and they are just enough; the view from the lookout point over the valley is spectacular, I can take a flight with my drone and a crazy view, we have time for a coffee, but we leave immediately there is still a lot to climb towards the Sierra della Nieves.

In the afternoon the temperature is close to 35 degrees, we continue on one of the most scenic and scenic roads of the tour; this village is followed by two other splendid towns: Yunquera and El Burgo, all similar with a maze of narrow streets, alleys and white houses decorated almost everywhere with flowering pots and succulent plants, they are so silent as to seem uninhabited, here mass tourism does not arrives, you can breathe the real Andalusia the most genuine Spain.

The road continues to climb in a much more mountainous environment, there is little traffic, we climb up to Puerto Del Viento, which is the highest pass, where the wind was waiting for us, the worst is over: up to Ronda we only have a long descent.

We arrive in Ronda which is now evening, despite the tiredness, I cannot resist a quick visit of the center and the famous Puente Nuevo, where I arrive during a very long Andalusian sunset that allows us to admire the whole horizon of the valley to the north west from the Mirador with the best possible light.

The historic center is overflowing with English and German tourists, we go to the Plaza de Toros, we walk the central street but then exhausted we allow ourselves the right rest after a nice steak with chips to replenish the forces spent to overcome the Sierra de la Nieves mountains and prepare for the second stage.



The second day we get up before dawn which in Spain means not too early, the awakening of the second day of travel as I have learned from experience is always the most traumatic, the body used to training every two or three days seems to tell you but you really think to get back on the road for another 100 km? Here, the head must prevail, the body will follow hand by hand.

We leave without having breakfast, with the only idea of ​​taking a picture of ourselves on the mirador of the Ponte Nuevo without tourists; we arrive and it's just me, Guido and a street sweeper: I also risk an aerial photo of the city that I am lucky enough to take at sunrise, without false modesty, one of the best shots of the trip.

The road to Antequera should be simple I had set up a lightening stage for the second day: 80 km for 1600 meters in altitude which will become one hundred for over 2000 making detours here and there ... we are on a journey of discovery after all.

After a brief visit to the center, we take the provincial road, it is early and there is little traffic, but we leave it almost immediately for a Ruta Rural that leads us through olive groves as far as the eye can see up to the small town of Cuevas del Becerro.

The town is very small, everything is Saturday morning and even slower than usual, let's try to buy a sandwich in a small grocery where we can hardly understand who the owner is, among the women present who are speaking animatedly; we buy some fruit, our inevitable sandwich with ham, orange juice and consume them on the square in front of the shade of a tree with the stem covered in crochet.

We continue the journey following a fantastic dirt road that leads us to the village of Thebes, which makes us gain 100 meters in altitude all in one breath just to get to the top and visit La Rocca delle stelle.

The view from the fortress is spectacular, I take the opportunity for a nice aerial shot, then we zigzag down the streets of the center to the town hall square where we stop to eat an ice cream.

From Thebes the rural road swoops down towards the lake of Guadalteba, we are near the famous Caminito del Rey, we make a detour to the shores of the lake among olive groves and orange groves, then off, following another fantastic road between rapeseed flowers we bring versa Antequera, we stop at Bobadilla Estacion, we look for an ice cream, but only real men live here: no ice cream, only whiskey and alcohol of various kinds… I'm a teetotaler so let's go on.

Getting to Antequera is not easy, we are forced to a continuous ups and downs of dirt roads between olive groves and magnificent farmhouses, but the panorama pays off amply.

Antequera is magnificent, worth a visit if you are passing through Andalusia, it is a small town dominated by the Moorish fortress with a mountain to the north that resembles the head of a sleeping Apache.

Before making a visit we look for a place for the night, Booking is sold out today is a day of celebration; in any case, Guido is lucky, because while I was already imagining a night in the hammock, he finds a place in a 4-star resort; that we pay only 60 euros for an extra-luxury room and in addition we witness a party in perfect Andalusian style complete with a flamenco orchestra and an invitation from the father of the birthday girl, an invitation that we decline not having suitable clothes, being soon we take the bikes and do a tour in the center, for dinner we give Hamburger and chips and an ice cream; the hours on the bike are fortunately felt up to the hotel we only have descent and where despite the party on the patio we fall asleep to the sound of Andalusian guitars.



Wake up at dawn, breakfast in the room with Mango, Muffin and Skyr, immediately uphill with a visit to the historic center and the Rocca and then off, the stage of the day is challenging 140 km with about 2,400 meters in altitude towards Granada.

We do the first 1000 meters in one breath to go up from ANTEQUERA to the Torcal park, where we feel in Bedrock, only the Flintstones are missing, we pass the park for about an hour to take a short walk and some paths where possible by bicycle, obviously it would deserve a half day of trekking to be fully appreciated but we do not have time, so we go down fast until we take a dirt road that will lead us along rural roads made of ups and downs crossing orange and olive groves.

The bottom is good we travel fast until we are forced to make a rather challenging ford just before lunch near Villa Nueva del Trabuco, where we arrive in the square as usual we indulge in a ham sandwich and chips.

The Andalusian heat is felt the column touches 35 degrees and pedaling in the central hours is complicated we stop at each town to get water; arrived in the small village of La Palma, taking advantage of the deserted streets, we put ourselves directly to soak in the tub of the town square.

We continue through the rural streets in the warm afternoon hours to the village of Loja famous for being a film set in the imaginary city of Sykvania by the American director L.McCarney of the early twentieth century.

The city deserves a visit but it is 4 pm, it is very hot, the streets are deserted, there are still 40 km to the destination, a ford and an ice cream at the village of Villanueva Mesia that we find in celebration with a lot of closed main road, women in traditional dress, music, flamenco and a good amount of wine in the glasses.

For months we have been deciding for a long, non-stop pull to the destination along via Illora, which crosses an endless plain of olive groves and wheat fields, up to the suburbs of Granada, which we reach at sunset.

Granada is beautiful, a white agglomeration that climbs the slope dominated by the mountains of the Sierra Nevada with the peaks still covered with snow and unfortunately clouds that threaten storms for the days to come.

We find a place for the night quite easily in the central area, after 3 days of sandwiches with ham, skir, mango and bananas we allow ourselves a very good pizza near our hotel; we would like to enjoy a bit of city nightlife but fatigue prevails so we walk right up to the hotel.


As usual wake up arrives very early, continental breakfast and day dedicated to visiting the city as scheduled.

In reality, we are at the turning point, the original plan was to stop and continue from Granada towards the Gorafe desert, then descend towards Tabernas, Nijar and finally Almeria following the track of the Badlands however the weather is not on our side: in fact, abundant rains are expected over the whole area, we hoped until the last but sincerely to face one of the least rainy areas in Europe under heavy storms expected for the next 4 days with weather warnings from the local authorities would only have served to ruin our holiday, therefore we decide to make a virtue of necessity and a hand to smartphones, with Koomot we organize a new track towards Tarifa.

Since doing the calculations we will go to Cordoba, from where we will start the second part of the journey via bus, we spend the morning visiting the city center of Granada, which would deserve a half-day visit just for a tour inside the Amber; in any case in half a day we get busy, climbing on the beautiful view that overlooks the city, we can admire it from a privileged position, then we face the various hills of the city between narrow streets and alleys even if today was supposed to be a rest stop we succeed to put under the wheels 50 km and about 700 meters of elevation gain in just over 5 hours stops, photos and souvenirs included.

We leave Granada in the afternoon, after having packed our bikes with garbage bags to allow them to be transported, with the clouds gathering to the east behind the Sierra Nevada and a bit of doubts about the choice we are giving the trip a whole new guise and I hope that Guido who has indulged me in everything will not be disappointed.

The bus trip lasts 2 hours, I take the opportunity to look back at the places I went through the previous day, study something about Cordoba and the stops to follow, Guido sleeps a little, I can't.

We arrive in Cordoba at five o'clock in the afternoon, here is waiting for me an eighty-year-old fellow countryman who I contacted via social media for a greeting, the meeting is exciting for years since he has not returned to Matelica and I see that he is pleased to be face to face with a fellow countryman being able to speak a little Italian and his city, he offers us a snack in the central square of Cordoba, we tell each other about our lives, his certainly more adventurous than mine: the various various work and entrepreneurial activities started starting from a small small town in central Italy, passing through Madrid, Malaga Torre Molinos and finally Cordoba; I say much more adventurous because today getting around is very easy: in two hours you are from Spain to Italy, with plane tickets that cost less than a dinner in a pizzeria, telephone roaming, social networks and video calls that eliminate distances; in the 70s moving to Spain was a radical choice and maintaining contact was very difficult, I note melancholy in the look when he talks about Matelica, his friends, his wife who died prematurely, with whom he had shared this adventurous odyssey in his youth, but also a certain pride and satisfaction of a man who lives well with this double Italo-Spanish soul and who in Cordoba has found the right place to pass, happy, the sunset of life.

After a couple of hours in pleasant company with Carlo, we continue through the streets of the center but we are surprised by the rain, the disturbance that should persist in the eastern part of Andalusia as expected by the weather would have also affected this area, we return to the hotel , frugal dinner with Bread and Ham, fruit and Yogurt, I would like to make a nocturnal visit to the Mosque and the Roman Bridge, Guido does not feel like it, I go alone while he stays in the room.

Quick trip, Cordoba does not have a very large historical center however it is a maze of streets where it is easy to get lost, and I get lost a couple of times, I return to the Mosque and the Roman Bridge to take a couple of shots, around 11 am. evening the rain surprises me again so avoiding getting lost again and getting sick, I rely on the GPS to return to the hotel.


Cordoba Seville

We leave as usual very early after a self-cooked breakfast in the room, we leave Cordoba under a cloudy sky, even a few drops of rain fall, leaving the city center takes a good half hour but we are on cycle paths that keep us safe from traffic ; today a long but flat stage awaits us.

Just outside Cordoba we reach the only real urban center, worthy of the name, which we will find along the rural road: Almodovar del Rio, a small village that we can see from afar, in fact it is perched on the slope of the only conical-shaped hill that stands on the plain all around, at the top we can see the splendid Rocca.

We could also avoid climbing but since we are there we face the almost two hundred meters of very steep difference in altitude that take us to the top of the hill through low and white houses, with narrow alleys, which lead us to the foot of the Rocca from where you can have a privileged view of the huge plain around us, almost entirely destined for the cultivation of vegetables and orange groves.

We continue for quite a while in the middle of the cultivated countryside without encountering any inhabited areas: near Penaflor we pass a lock on the Guadalvivir River, we still cross countryside and small almost uninhabited centers reminiscent of Mexico: one of these is the Pueblo di Calonge, with its central church, houses on the ground floor, a small refreshment bar and lemon trees and bitter oranges to act as urban decoration.

For lunch we are in Lora del Rio: a small town, still decorated for the Fair that was held the day before, certainly an event to see judging from the video that the butcher where we buy lunch, obviously bread and ham, shows us proud; the town is very nice, a beautiful town hall square, the typical garden with an Andalusian fountain and colored drapes on the main streets that make everything even more choreographic.

After the morning rain it starts to get hot, we continue towards Seville along a comfortable well-laid rural road, orange groves as far as the eye can see alternating with fields of various types of vegetables, we make a short stop at the Pueblo of Guadoz. a very small rural community with the usual central church and small white houses and streets adorned with lemon and orange trees to continue through Los Roses, a town not far from the suburbs of Seville that we reach in the late afternoon.

Once in Seville we settle in a BB and then go out for a little tour of the city before it rains, but we have time to take a quick tour of the ancient walls, get to the Alcazar when it starts to rain a lot near Plaza de Esapana strong, we are forced to return.

We stay very close to Alla Setas with its famous Nuvola where we have dinner, Guido is tired and does not feel at his best, I go out for a night photographic tour and report some shots of the Cathedral, the Giralda and the door of the sacrario where the remains of Christopher Columbus.

The streets are full despite the rain: it is a holiday period, the May holidays, the girls are dressed in typical clothes each accompanied by their own rider and they dance and drink until late at night.

It starts getting late, it rains and I postpone the visit to the next morning, trying to orient myself in the city streets I manage to find the Setas and the B&B where I arrive exhausted and I have just enough time to lie down on the bed to fall into a deep sleep.


Departure at dawn, also this morning breakfast in the room buy the night before at the supermarket, before leaving we go to Plaza de Espana where we enter as illegal immigrants as it is closed for maintenance after the party the night before, we take a walk in the square deserted, it's all to ourselves in some ways we are lucky for others I would have liked to see it full of people, street artists, singers, dancers and flamenco players ... we don't have time to wait for the nightlife in the afternoon, a long ride to Jerez awaits us de La Frontera.

Between Seville and Jerez there is not much to see, a straight and flat road, some stretches are 15 km long without curves or inhabited areas that we can see if not in the distance, it reminds me of Patagonia, we cross the Piccolo Borgo di Marismillas, then the small town of Palomares where we stop to eat a spectacular apple pie, then we stop for lunch in Turelleias where we take the opportunity to eat the usual Panino.

We leave as soon as lunch, it starts to get very hot and the plain gives way to the hills, the landscape near Jerez is much less monotonous reminiscent of the valleys of the Valdorcia, with well-tended vineyards and wheat fields, we arrive in Jerz very soon, today the stage was only 90 km, Guido has a terrible toothache we immediately find a very cheap accommodation in the center, I go out to look for something for dinner and to fix the bike change that was giving problems, I find a small shop with a very good mechanic, in two minutes he solves the problem (I'll get to the end and beyond).

As usual, I take a photographic tour of the most characteristic points of the city, the Rocca, the cathedral, the Don Pepe cellars (a famous liqueur is produced here) and the city streets.

The city is very tidy and clean, there are no tourists it deserves, I like it that way, I leave the bike in our hotel and pass a bit with Guido who has recovered, we have dinner and have an ice cream from an Italian boy who opened in this city his business following his girlfriend.


We leave Jerez de la Frontera very early in the morning, a visit to the Rocca Moresca and the Cathedral that I had already visited the night before, but which I wanted to show to Guido, who, due to toothache, had not felt like going out. .

To continue we must head towards Cadiz, however, passing by the bridges that connect it to Puerto Real is not possible by bike: one has no clicks, one has a cycle path and no traffic but with no access, a cyclist from there he says it is absurd that it is closed to the bike, that some people cross it but there is a risk of getting a fine and we do not want to argue with the police officers.

We opt for a smarter solution that saves us 10 km, that is, we take the train that takes us to Cadiz and avoids us having to do the peninsula twice that connects the city to the mainland.

The road between Jerez and Puerto Real is a road for cyclists, we meet many locals who train and greet us, Cadiz instead is a tourist city that I did not expect: with white beaches towards the ocean, an infinity of hotels and a historic center wonderful from the typical colonial air, we arrive at the Rocca passing through the Port, Guido points out the symbolic importance for lovers of travel and exploration here we mark the end of the Middle Ages and the beginning of the age of great explorations and great discoveries, here Cristoforo Colombo setting sail with his three caravels and challenging the unknown has ferried us all into the modern era; the ancient port is still there an imaginary springboard for all small or large travelers to the new world.

In Cadiz unfortunately we just take two photos and stop for a cappuccino and head south towards Tarifa, Guido is very tried, even if with the times we are in great shape and we still have a lot of time I understand my partner's desire to reach the symbolic goal of the most in Southern Europe considering that he is going beyond his strength, he has already been pedaling thanks to tachipirina for two days.

We travel south along the Spanish Atlantic coast through resorts that are real villages and ultra-luxury villas, a shame not to have time for a swim because the coast is beautiful with alternating cliffs overlooking the sea and ocher-colored beaches.

It is very hot, in the late afternoon after reaching Los Canos De Meca where we stop for the usual Panino we make the last effort of the day up to Barbate which is on the other side of a promontory covered by a thick pine forest.

Guido is suffering today, when he gets to his room he gets on the bed in the Hotel which we find in a very comfortable spot, time to wash myself and go out to shop for dinner and a tour of the village.

Barbate and Los Canos de Mica are the only places we have encountered that have remained genuine and out of the circus of the German and Anglo-Saxon resorts that dot the northernmost part up to Coin de La Frontera, here you can breathe much more Andalusia, there are not many foreign tourists, you hear almost only Spanish, I have confirmation of this by chatting with an Italian guy who has a pizzeria in a small square in the center in a very nice location: an outdoor pergola, flower pots and a huge wisteria perched on the wall ; he explains to me that this is a place frequented almost only by Spaniards, foreign tourists, few are almost all travelers in campers, there is a very familiar atmosphere almost everywhere.

Guido is not very well, the day in the saddle was still demanding, 150 km with various unexpected climbs, the sun, the heat and the wind from the south that blew against us that after dinner, just enough time for some message at home, publish two photos on Facebook and check a couple of work emails, I fall asleep quickly.


We leave very early on a nice ride of over one hundred kilometers towards Algeciras, but not before having touched the southernmost continental point of Europe: Tarifa, where the Mediterranean Sea and the Atlantic Ocean meet.

From Barbate we leave shortly after dawn, Guido is not at his best, he has the goal of arriving in Tarifa, in any case he holds up well the first kilometers, the wind always blows, obviously it's up to me to act as a locomotive for the train, we arrive very early in Zahara de Los Autunes, a small town famous for being a famous landing place for tuna fishermen, there is even a starred restaurant that has a menu entirely based on tuna.

Heading south we arrive in Atlanterra, practically a set of holiday villages near the splendid Bunker beach, the view is breathtaking, but this morning we are very focused on the goal, I see Guido at his limit of endurance.

Despite the difficulties given by Guido's state of health, we also end up taking the wrong road or rather to follow Koomot's suggestions and we climb up a residential area of ​​ultra-luxury villas and then end up arriving at a path that forces us to portage, Guido holds up. we reach the top of the hill, the effort was worth a spectacular view of the ocean, and the famous dunes of Bolonia; unfortunately it would be necessary to stop to admire the well-known Archaeological site but I don't even mention it, Guido is counting the kilometers in Tarifa: a stop is not contemplated I know that if I tell him we go he could also satisfy me so I refer to the next one (who knows?) And let's go quickly .

Tarifa is now in the sights, I push hard on the pedals, one last effort is missing the mountain area of ​​El Chapparal where we stop high up for a second breakfast; the place is famous for the sighting of some birds of prey, Guido always has pain in his tooth but he manages to pedal, along the way we meet a man on foot, he is homeless, he walks badly he stops us and asks us for water I think about it for a moment and I give him my bottle with orange juice he is happy and thanks us, honestly after a few kilometers I think I could also have given him something to eat even if I had just half a sandwich ...

We arrive in Tarifa which is almost lunch time, the visit is very fast just two photos in the center one at the fortress on the sea where the Mediterranean Sea and the Atlantic Ocean are imaginatively divided, I buy two T Shirts for my children the inevitable magnets and then off to Algeciras and Gibralta

Getting to Gibraltar requires some time and a nice climb: we are on the closest point to Africa from here the Strait of Gibraltar measures only 14 km, we can almost touch Africa with a frankly I have never been so close to the continent African in my life.

Once in Algeciras we have only one goal to find a bus that leads Guido to Malaga, but nothing to do, no bus accepts the bike, we have only one alternative to get to Estepona.

In my heart I would have liked to reach Gibraltar there a few kilometers away, but Guido is exhausted and mentally exhausted, a little reluctantly I continue and from a distance I look at the Gibraltar peninsula that rises from the sea like a blade united by the Conception Line, ( I will come back one day who knows?) and Getting to Estepona is not easy, however, the stage is lengthened by another twenty kilometers to be covered under the torrid Andalusian heat, we take a break for a cool drink after a long climb just outside Algiaciras and then after an hour along the sea for an ice cream, the stops are necessary above all it is necessary to cool Guido from overheating due to the mix, effort, heat and analgesics; In the evening we arrive in Estepona and find a cheap, comfortable hotel close to the Bus Stop, I convince Guido not to leave immediately and to spend the night there and take the first bus in the morning, so while he recovers from physical effort and recovers his strength I I take care of buying dinner and if it will be needed to help him with the luggage the following morning; taking advantage of the transfer to the supermarket to buy dinner I have the opportunity to take a short tour of Estepona, a very beautiful, tourist city with its stupendous modernist bullring, there would also be a nice beachfront place to spend the last evening quietly but Guido not in shape at all today gave everything so we go to sleep.


Wake up at dawn, we prepare Guido's bike for the transfer to Malaga by bus and at 7 am we are ready, Guido is more rested but still sore, however I see his face more relaxed once the bike is loaded smoothly.

I await the departure and greet him, we will meet again in the evening in Malaga, since I am there and I still have two full days available, I continue alone for these last 120 km to Malaga where we will meet again in the evening.

This last day is certainly the most touristic of the whole trip, I have time and an easy route, I start following the cycle paths along the sea and always arrive using the same ones, I need to be careful before Marbella because it causes some ultra-luxury resorts with beaches private I am forced to lose myself a little in the interior and make a decent difference in height that I had not planned, however I do not recommend following the promenade from Algiaciras to Marbella better to follow internal routes: the area is highly busy and touristy, more suitable for holidays with the family and on a road trip, it must however be said that even on the busiest roads, Spanish motorists are very respectful and attentive.

With the exception of well-kept beaches, palm groves, skyscrapers and tourists, there is nothing special to see, perhaps the walks of Marbella and Torre Molinos deserve; during the day I stop just for a very cheap Fish and Chips but of a quality that I did not expect, I tell myself to eat a parilla of fish on the sword for dinner but then I continue to reach Guido in order to be together for dinner.

As they say: the reward is the journey and not the destination, once I arrive I know that months will pass before I leave again, so I extend the experience to the maximum.

Despite the slow pace I arrive in Malaga at four in the afternoon, I take a picture of the Malagueta beach which was the starting and ending point of a journey designed by pedaling day by day.

I conclude the evening with Guido, who is definitely better after a day of rest, we take a walk in the center, dinner with pizza and curry empanadas, walk on the harbor to the lighthouse and then to sleep we are not for nightlife, on Saturday evening in Malaga it can be fatal if he lets us carry him and Guido has an early morning plane to catch and he is anxious: he will arrive 4 hours early ... you never know, instead I have a plane on Monday and I will spend Sunday as a tourist for Malaga its streets, its Roman ruins, its fortress and its museums, Picasso's is splendid and for me that of Taurina photography is superlative.

hasta a luego

Fabio and Guido ANDAMOINANDALUSIA 2022

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