Malaga on Foot
Tuesday, November 01, 2016
Málaga, Andalusia, Spain and Canary Islands
Up early to meet the Cruise Critic group and our guide for a
tour of Malaga . While we slept, the ship sailed on. This was to be an easy
walking tour, but right away I saw that several in the group would have mobility
issues. Easy walking for a lean Spaniard, but not so easy for an overweight,
out-of-shape American or Brit. More about passengers later. So we met the
guide who started negotiating with the different taxis for our trip into
town. Some in the group were uneasy, having had bad taxi experiences in the past, but this was part of
the negotiation game. We ended up at 20 per taxi, or five euros per couple, with four
couples per taxi van.
In town we went to a well-known chocolate and churros bar,
where I found the churros oily and doughy, while the chocolate was too sweet,
especially compared to the chocolate in Paris. Ah Paris chocolate.
Next through the botanical gardens and up an elevator to the
top of the mountain to the medieval, Moorish Palace, the Alcazaba, beautifully
reconstructed, highlighting the Moorish details, similar to Granada . Down the
hill to the reconstructed Roman theater, the Cathedral, on to a multi-course tapas lunch—good
white wine but a lot of fried this and that’s, and a few more sights to fill
out six hours of walking and eating.
Exhausted, but Jacques and I walked the
kilometers back to the ship to stretch our legs and digest the fried
tapas. Then race for the spa:
hydro-pool, heated ceramic chair, sauna, shower and shampoo and off to dinner.
After dinner we watched the ballroom dancers in the Medusa Lounge dancing to
the live band. It’s now after dark. Fourteen kilometers after Malaga we passed
the Straights of Gibraltar and the Pillars of Hercules to enter the Atlantic. I
couldn’t see it but some time during the night I woke to a rolling ship—we were
now in the Atlantic!!!
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