my ride into Malaga was really pretty. All the roadside plants were trimmed into cubes, single storey homes with terracotta tiled roofs, pretty gardens and the bougainvillea is flowering. Mediterranean Sea in the background, behind a couple of cruise ships.
Our hotel was in a rather trendy part of town, posh little hotels, tapas bars everywhere and salted pigs legs in hand/ankle cuffs on every corner.
May Day today and most shops are closed. The streets are quiet, except for some MayDay marchers. The locals have used today to protest about a judge letting off five guys that gang raped a woman Enough said.
Lunch was at a Tapa bar where the little snack size dishes kept being offered to our table and you chose what appealed to your taste buds. Fantastic way to serve food. Each dish had a decorated toothpick and at the end of the meal they just tallied up the toothpicks. So easy.
Then off to another bar for more food, served by Zorro number 3, then back to the hotel for dinner and meet everyone in the motorcycle group. Most are from Australia and of those they've all visited Tasmania.
Ive repacked my stuff, yet again and now have the panniers in storage and just using the blue bag for the next three weeks.
The sun is shining and I'm hoping the worst of the cold weather is behind me.
Oh and George, yes, he'll be good company and keep me safe for the next three weeks, along with a Mike, Three Marks and two Nicks!! And EJ from Perth is the only other female rider. No Zorro's amongst them. Boohoo!!
the code for working out the tapas bill