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Another day and another hill top town, which means everywhere we go is either up or down.
What was special about the bus trip from Tarifa to here, apart from the confusion at the bus station about which bus to take, was the proliferation of wind turbines all the way. It’s hard to estimate but on the 35min trip, there would have been 100 plus. All along the ridges of the hills, in the wheat fields, incredible.
The bus dropped us at Barca de Vejer which is at the bottom of the hill, and so it was off to a nearby taxi stand to wait for our cab. Of course as we drove by in the bus, there were cabs everywhere, but none by the time we walked the 50 metres from the bus stop. Fortunately a local guy guessed our needs and after a little Spanish, mixed with some French and Italian ( English was definitely a waste of effort) he rang a cab that arrived 30mins after the 5 mins initially indicated had expired. Anyway another multilingual exchange with the drive and we arrived at our accomodation.
Through huge timber doors and into a riad style building. That is a central garden with 7 rooms over two floors each opening onto a continuous balcony overlooking the garden. It look like it was going to be a tough couple days. 😂😂
What was meant to be a quick afternoon stroll for coffee and a pastry turned into tapas in the Plaza Espana and a spontaneous 1 1/2 hour chat with a Spanish couple which was great.
After downloading an English/Spanish dictionary, it was off for dinner, which again failed to disappoint. Local beer, local wine and a 3 course Andalusian delight and not a worry in the world.
Day 2 and a bit of domesticity. The picture of the Lavanderia was clearly marked on our map so off with a backpack of washing seemed simple enough. However as is so often the way with tourist maps, the above said picture was placed on the only available clear space on the map, which was nowhere near the laundromat, but we eventually found it, this time with the assistance of a motor cyclist and a guy selling lottery tickets, which was apt because we felt like we had won the lottery when we found the laundromat.
Tonight it’s off to El Jardin del Califa, which Jean booked in Dec last year. I only hope they got the email.
Well yes, everything went well, the Mezze de Califa was great and the Chicken Pastilla was even better. Then came the bill and when the only credit card that we had with us failed twice, and not willing to risk a third and possibly final time, it was a quick dash up the hill to our room to get the back-up cards while Jean kept the seat warm in the restaurant.
Hopefully tomorrow will be a quieter day.
Our last day was spent recapping our
earlier wanderings, packing our bags for tomorrow’s bus trip to Cadiz.
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