We had a quiet day on Friday and only picked up our brake pads in the afternoon, which we had ordered yesterday from the bike store in El Palo.
We, who never actually travel by public transport, had already checked the timetables from our host to Malaga days in advance.
In the morning, right after breakfast, we walked to the bus stop about 20 minutes’ walk from our accommodation.
After waiting for almost 10 minutes, a bus arrived on the route we actually needed. But it actually drove past us without stopping.
So we waited another half an hour for the next one. This one came with the sign
“no Services” and also drove past us.
So we decided to walk along the road to the next stop.
Finally, after about 15 minutes of walking, we found one and arrived in Malaga a short time later.
Alex had already been here in Malaga a few years ago and knew a few great places to show me.
First we went to the harbor. We were greeted by lots of little huts, a bit like Christmas market stalls selling typical tourist souvenirs and clothes.
I love lighthouses, so a photo of one was a must.
There are horse-drawn carriages on every corner, driving you through the city for a lot of money.
You can feel really sorry for the horses.
After the harbor tour, Alex took me past the bullring in the direction of Castilla Acazaba.
The view of Malaga from above, the harbor, the park, the arena and the old town made it worth the effort to walk up here.
After the Castillo, we continue towards the old town. We passed this small market hall. It mainly sells fish. But also a little fruit, vegetables, meat and sausage.
Right next to the market hall was this mini tapas bar. It was no bigger than it looked from the outside. I don’t think any tourists get lost here. Everyone knows everyone and we were made to feel very welcome.
We love these small tapas bars, you are really close to the locals. Too bad we don’t speak the language. They make so much effort to communicate. You get the feeling that people are really happy that “non-locals” dare to come to these bars.
Not only are the people all very friendly, but the low prices are also very attractive to us.
When Alex thankfully declined the not entirely legal “tobacco” on offer and said he’d rather stick to beer, a disbelieving but friendly murmur went through the crowd. But it wasn’t a problem for anyone either.
Strengthened, we continued into the old town.
It wasn’t just the cobbled floors that caught our eye. There are also a lot of different churches in the birthplace of Picasso.
And there are tasty treats everywhere.
Now a few more impressions of the city center and the small alleyways.
After a long day, we arrived back at the host.
Originally, we just wanted to walk along the beach promenade before getting on the bus back to El Palo. This turned into an 8.5 km walk. We walked the whole way back on foot.
It’s a good thing we’d had some refreshments beforehand.
It was nice but exhausting. Now we’re exhausted and looking forward to a fresh shower.
