From Malaga we drove further down the coast, just to remind ourselves how heavily developed and uninteresting it is, and then we drove up into the mountains, skirting Ronda, to see a few of the Pueblos Blanco, the famed White Cities, spending the night at an
aire in Olvera. After Olvera, we drove to Arcos de la Frontera, far enough to remember that the White Cities are mainly, um,
white, that they are hard to get to, and impossible to park in. It was time to head for Portugal, by way of ancient Rome.
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Shakespeare's fish and chips; full English breakfast 24x7 |
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Continuous condos, hotels, motels, strip shopping malls, gated communities, as far as the eye can see; also occasional beaches |
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So it says |
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As far as the eye can see |
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Also amusement parks and associated round-abouts; we headed up into the mountains |
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Rain hindered our progress, but we finally ended up in Olvera |
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Which is known chiefly for its olive oil; and landscape |
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Looking up to the town from the aire |
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Closer up |
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Our encampment; with electricity, 6 euros |
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The aire also had tourist motel rooms, a kiddie park, an heritage center, and a decent resto/cafe/bar |
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And a view of Olvera |