Adios Malaga

A word of warning for anyone traveling in the South of Spain, the oh-so-tempting oranges that you see on the trees everywhere are the sourest thing you have ever tasted.


After yet another night of somewhat "hatchet" behaviour, aka too much wine and beer (note to all of those who enjoy a pub quiz, Tom, Christine and I were two points away from winning last night and took away a few liquid and souvenir gifts), Tom and I finally got a bit of phys in by climbing up to Malaga's castillo. The Spanish-built fort is attached to and looks over the earlier Arab one.

Inside the massive walls we found not only a small museum (with English explanations!) but also a variety of fruits, herbs, etc., native to the region. I was far too excited when I found palmagranites, and of course ate a few (probably against the rules, but what can you do).

Enjoyed the beach with the rest of the German tourists during siesta time; Tom coming away with a wee red nose.

Off to Granada tomorrow for a bit of an intro to the Arab world.