... a favourite metaphor, it seems obvious, yet we clever humans so often forget ... and in the case of the walking routes hereabouts yesterday's wander eastwards, up the hill beside Miguel's brothel, promising a swift loop to San Enrique, soon finds fences east and south and a delightful lane north ... a couple of posh Fincas (and one derelict), one with signs of an imminent party with a massive marquee and sound systems set up ... heard nothing last night ... maybe tonight, we'll see ... anyway the range is expanding and that route gains height to give good aspects all round ... off road and inland, so excellent for coastal respite...and signs that the money penetrates inland...
After siesta, a wander into Guadiaro for a little shopping ... little and often in local shops enables language learning ... and not wishing to return the same way or via Sotogrande, go for the dual carriageway bridge, another amusingly designed walking route ... this time the hard shoulder, wide enough for comfort until the bridge itself, at which point it narrows alarmingly, with large lorries rather close for comfort ... never mind, there is a footpath and it is reached by climbing the double height crash barrier ... which reverts to single height at the slip road and back to the familiar roundabout route from Torreguadiaro ...
Realising the Costa is the main topic, the weekend walk is east along the beach, swimming shorts packed ... after a while the beach disappears, so it's up to the road ... this stretch is classic E.U. over-investment and a key driver of the great property boom/bust in these parts ... this road is single carriageway to Estepona, right along the coast ... parallel is the dual carriageway to Malaga and parallel again the toll road ... this theme is repeated along the Algarve ... where the toll road is mostly deserted in favour of the "Road of Death", which served your writer well last winter on the way to Cape Saint Vincent and the wonderful Rota Vicentina ....
Round the headland another pleasant surprise - a footpath to Manilva, around two hours off-road and one for further exploration ... on a slightly less pleasant note it became apparent that the sewage outflow at this point had underestimated currents, demand, or had just been bodged ... a shit slick ten metres out and maybe a hundred metres long decorated the otherwise undeveloped beach ...
... and so, avoiding this spot, at Torreguadiaro an overheated blogger strips off for the first sea swim of the year and very refreshing it was ... before heading back home via his favourite fruit and veg stall and a late lunch of pasta with red pepper, tomato and black olive sauce, in honour of the new Italian connection ... plus Placido Domingo on the hi-fi ...
In Britain meanwhile, another Bank Holiday ... good luck folks!
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