A brilliant day on the road and an equally fine afternoon in Ronda this afternoon. On the road upwards from the motorway into the mountains we spied some villages across the ridges so when we saw some signs heading in that direction, away we went.
Driving into one white pueblo, we passed a large man sitting in a chair at the side of the road who yelled out a friendly greeting. On the way back he hailed us down so we stopped. We both spoke in gibberish for a few minutes talking about who knows what and then when he cottoned on we were Australian, said,
“Un minuto,” and hurriedly carried his ample frame inside his white house and returned with an envelope from which he pulled a postcard. It had a picture of sheep shearers in Orange, NSW and he was quite excited to share it with us. We parted as old friends and the few minutos we spent with him were quite memorable.
Ronda is in most guide books as a must see for good reason and the four hours we spent walking around this cliff top town was most enjoyable.
Views to the valley and distant mountains were remarkable. A very high bridge passes a deep gorge which divides the town and I walked down a narrow path along the cliff for a few snaps.
Over a cold drink at the end of the day, we agreed Ronda was a good pick.