We left Marbella in 18 degrees of heat and headed through the mountains to Ronda. The scenery on the way was amazing but the higher we climbed the mistier it became, so much so that we had to put fog lights on as we could only see 100yds in front of us! By the time we reached Ronda the temperature had dropped to 8 degrees and it felt chilly with a howling wind and reminded us of what we are missing at home and felt sorry for you!
Our first stop was to visit the Bullring, the Plaza de Toros, the oldest and one of the largest bullrings in Spain which opened in 1785. You can wander around the arena with its unusual stone barriers and an elegant double tier of seats supported by stone columns.
The museum gives a history of the bullfight and plenty of memorabilia on show including swords and costumes worn by the matadors.
Tony had a go at being a Matador but looked more like a Wallyador, especially as he used the umbrella instead of his jacket as the cape!
Ronda is split in half by a gaping river gorge (El Tajo, though the river itself is the Guadalvin) that drops sheer for 130m on three sides. The gorge is spanned by an amazing eighteenth-century arched bridge, the Puento Nuevo, while tall white washed houses lean perilously from its precipitous edges. We stopped in a Tapas bar with a wood burning stove to warm us up and wandered around La Ciudad, Ronda’s oldest quarter which retains much of its Moorish street plan and a great many of its original houses.
We left Ronda and have now arrived at Tarifa, the pinnacle of windsurfing and kitesurfing venues around the world. More on Tarifa tomorrow!