01.11.2016 - 03.11.2016
After Malaga the A7 is a bit of a dual carriageway nightmare, bit like the A34 with sun, all the way along the coast. Jacqui had found an Iceland in Fuengirola so we stopped to buy real cheese and bacon; we also were after a coffee and ended up adding a bacon sandwich in the Iceland café with thick sliced white bread, so British but it had to be done. We also bought pork pies, baked beans and mince pies.
Campsites are not all that common near the coast below Malaga, we had stopped north of Marbella last year so opted for a small site just north of Estapona, again WiFi was a bit iffey but it was nice enough and near a bus stop. So the next day we went into Peurta Banus, hoping to stroll around the famous millionaires harbour.
What a let down this place was, cigarette ends and chewing gum all over the pavement, even outside the likes of Gucci, the only clean area was around the big boat marina. We have passed some lovely harbours and we wondered what brought these people to some dodgy marina with shops and restaurants with more flash than substance, rose tinted specs maybe?
We had hoped for some more wild camping on a beach down the coast from Marbella but we couldn't turn up a thing, so when we left the site we drove through Estapona expecting a market. It looks a pleasant seaside town with a good prom and cycle paths, no market today and, sadly no parking for us, next time on the bus then.
We didn't much like the Gibraltar, Algeciras route to Conil last year, it goes via Tarifa which once you have been there it's done really. So we turned into the hills on the only other road north and, to our delight, saw our first storks since Portugal and egrets and vultures and eagles all in about half an hour. I don't know why but such sightings always make jacqui and I smile and search the skies for more.
We stayed at a site up in the hills which was unfortunately too far to cycle back to the nearest village which was the first of the white villages on this route north toward Sevilla. We cooked dinner as the restaurant was shut, Jacqui had an omelette and I cooked sardine spaghetti which I had seen a recipe for using tinned sardines, that I love, with a bit of sicilian spices thrown in, brilliant!
Back to Conil tomorrow, which we are looking forward to, but will be a new experience staying somewhere we have spent a bit of time at again. It'll be fun, I know!