Riding the storm into Malaga's heart.
Greetings, esteemed intergalactic visitors. Our trek to Malaga was an adventure of galactic proportions. Picture this: our sturdy 3.5-tonne home-on-wheels versus the mighty Storm Ciaran. It was a cosmic ballet of gusts and gears, where viaducts became launch pads threatening to catapult us into the stratosphere. Why did we decide to do this, we wondered. And kept on wandering.
There we were, a mere 20 kilometres from our destination, when the winds decided to tango. It was like being in a video game, alas less fun, with the motorhome lurching towards the fast lane—thankfully devoid of any terrestrial vehicles at the time.
Now, here’s what we have learned: keep your appendages—be they two or three—firmly on the helm and/or wheel. Tread lightly on the accelerator, as matching the strength of the wind requires finesse; you don't want to end up playing tag with the local traffic. We desperately tried to avoid that.
And another nugget of wisdom: keep your ocular devices wide open. Predicting the wind's capricious whims is crucial, especially on viaducts, where it likes to flex its muscles.
After what felt like a space odyssey, we docked at a small, unnamed camping haven at KM 557 of Camino del Colmenar, right on the hills crowning Málaga. Nestled on private land, this spot boasts a view that could rival the serene landscapes of Venus, minus the sulphur acid. Carlos, the owner, is an Andalusian treasure; his laughter is as hearty as the wind that chased us. This man’s tips are as invaluable as Martian crystals, and his hospitality is as warm as the Spanish sun.
A pitch with a view.The campsite is a stone's throw (3.7km or 3.9109e-13 light years, to be precise) from the heart of Malaga. It offers amenities that would make even the most well-travelled spacefarer envious: a barbecue for those interstellar cookouts, crystal-clear water, and a gravel floor that reminds one of the rocky terrains of distant worlds.
Carlos, the epitome of Andalusian spirit—loud, beaming, and as authentic as they come—welcomed us to safety after our tempestuous journey. His place is not just a campsite; it’s a sanctuary where the rich history and pulsating life of Malaga merge into one.
AS Roma was playing Lecce, so we watched the game at the local AS Roma Club and we couldn’t have expected a more thrilling finale. Gracias.
Just two Romanistas.So, whether you're from this blue planet or a galaxy far, far away, Malaga awaits with open arms and stormy challenges. So, here’s why we are doing this.