Ronda

Ronda

One day last week, when the boat was back out of the water having its propeller anode fixed back on and having its rudder sorted, we hired a car and took a very scenic route up the mountains to Ronda.

View back to Gibralter and Africa beyond.
View back to Gibralter and Africa beyond.

We stopped for a coffee in a quiet rural cafe at a mirador (viewpoint) about 10 miles outside Ronda and were amazed that we could see the Rock of Gibraltar, and Africa beyond, so clearly.  We also saw three interesting characters waiting for a bus in the shade.

Three characters waiting in the shade.
Three characters waiting in the shade.

On arriving in Ronda, we parked up in the centre of the city and wandered around it until we found our way to the amazing gorge that divides the city.

The New Bridge.
The New Bridge.

We hovered over the parapets of the bridge and took some vertigo inducing pictures.

The amazing gorge.
The amazing gorge.

We found a walkway that was literally clinging to the rock and soon came across a piazza with a view of a tall curved white wall topped with terracotta tiles.   The bull ring.

The beautiful bull ring.
The beautiful bull ring.

We took the audio tour around this, the oldest and best preserved bull ring in all of Spain and were impressed by its incredible beauty.  Ronda 15The columns, the tiles,

Tiles on the steps around the auditorium.
Tiles on the steps around the auditorium.

the space, the seats, the blue sky and even the sand, were all stunning, and the museum had some impressive weapons and costumes to ogle over.

We wandered further and strode across the New Bridge (built in the 18th century) to happen upon a little place for a spot of lunch.  After this we set off to look around the historic centre of the city and found some lovely buildings, churches and tree lined squares.

Ronda 3Tempted by the dangling fruit, Keira and Ian conspired to steal an orange from a tree in one of the squares.  As soon as Keira had bitten into one of the segments it became clear as to why the tree was still fully laden with its bountiful store.  It was a bitterly sharp orange!  Keira’s eyes watered and her saliva glands worked over time.  She admitted that she would have liked to pretend that it tasted sweet, so that we would have popped a segment into our mouths and had a huge shock!

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Having had our fill of history and Spanish culture for the time being, we headed back to the car and onwards to La Linea.

3 thoughts on “Ronda”

  1. Blimey, the Ronda valley’s changed since I was last there! I blame Maggie and all the pit closures!
    Hope you’re not finding it too hard back on dry land!

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