A slow start wading through Madrid’s morning rush hour traffic and we were on our way. Many of the locals were lane splitting, however given the girth of the GSA we didn’t follow suit. Another day of 120 km toll roads winding through the Andalusia region where we saw olive trees in all directions covering every slope and hill in sight.
Along the way we saw what looked like a large covered stadium. If it was North America we would have guessed they were NHL barns, but not likely here in Spain. We’ll never know.
We stopped for an espresso (as usual) and checked our smartphones only to find that our ferry to Tangier was cancelled (again) and we had to rebook for the 3:00 sailing. No problem as the extra time meant we could explore other roads tomorrow rather than rush to catch the 11:00 sailing (which was rescheduled from 1:00)
The final approach to Malaga was a sample of the Andalusian countryside, with high speed sweepers on perfect pavement (a classic Super G road). We arrived at our hotel which was equipped with a terrace pool with a nice view of the local neighborhood – very enticing after a long day in 35 plus weather. Problem was … I hadn’t packed a bathing suit.
Fortunately we discovered a pedestrian shopping district just behind the hotel and I was able to buy a bathing suit for the remainder of the trip.