Walking Malaga to Cabra:  a few photos

This brief visual overview of ~130km of the Camino Mozarabe owes its existence to the paucity of wifi in rural Andalucía. Had reasonable wifi existed the relevant photos would have been included in the written description of each stage. 

Maybe it’s better this way. I don’t know as it’s a first for me. 

Malaga to Almogia


The hat and I started out in Malaga. 

In the early morning we saw horses and carriages for tourists flock in, smelt jasmine, 

 

realised we were heading towards mountains, 


walked through river beds (dry),


past citrus trees of some type, 

up and down hills. 

The hills got drier and steeper. A number of deserted old properties are crumbling along the way.

One small settlement. No coffee shop!

 

Finally! Almogia in the distance. 

Many more hills to go yet, up and down. Its apparent proximity was an illusion!

Almogia, built on a hillside, has stairs. 

And more stairs. 


Until you are there the steepness is not really evident. Getting up to the albergue it became very evident very rapidly. 


And an albergue, a strange, repurposed, building. 

Nearby dinner was cheap and cheerful (1.5 litre of water does that to you, it makes you cheerful!).


Almogia to Villanueva de Concepcion

Good sunrise.


Similar terrain for the day as for the previous:  dry, hilly. And in places, a patchwork of olives ripening on their trees. More creek beds. Deserted houses.  

It does help when arrows are visible and all point in the same direction!


They don’t all do that.


After the obligatory daily (I jest) fall,

 the next town was visible. 

A local albergue, donativo, with an unlockable entrance door.

Villanueva de Concepción to Aunquera

Very dark until well after 07:30 so leaving is in the dark. 
I like the idea on this sign up the steep hill, leaving town:  we do the Camino together!

And then, the spectacular El Torcal starts to loom even more obviously. 

To other sides are other hills, and olives…..


A very harsh terrain. Rocks, more rocks, and big.
What was up must go down. Very steep going down from El Torcal. So steep parts are concreted to stabilise them. Photos really do not show how steep, nor how extended,  it was.


Down, down. Contour lines on the map don’t do it justice either! Phew. Finally finished. All the way down to Antequera. 

Aunquera is a town with a castle and a bit of remaining protective city wall.

Impressive. Tourists are evident in the local streets!

Nice food too.

A church albergue, in behind the locked gates. My welcome here wasn’t overly friendly. 


Aunquera to Villanueva de Algaidas

Leaving a town early can be beautiful. 


Then, olives. Olives everywhere! Up and down hills. 

A milario, a Roman distance post, out in the middle of? Did you guess just near olives?

Finally, another town, another albergue. Even more empty beds above and beside me!


Villanueva de Algaidas to Encinas Reales

Ahh, a strange little damp area leaving town past a tree with a few ripe figs!

Back to olives, more olives. We’ve all seen enough of them for the time being. 😊

Past the remnants of a very old Jewish town. 

Through a town with little to recommend it despite caves (Cuevas Bajás) settled by Neanderthals (some families stayed on, e.g., the guy in the top cafe).

Chained dogs every property, even the little fellow had one.😒

More olives. 

Finally, as the hat and I nearly cracked, a town, food, and another albergue in a repurposed building.


Ecinas Reales to Lucena 

Another hot, dry, early morning. 

Olives. 

And then an interminable industrial zone. Aghhhh. 

A photo of the overly memorable (dreadful) Hostal Sara, my most expensive night at that stage! €25 and a rubber sheet under a sheet of sandpaper. Horrible. Horrible. All because the Vespa riders took over the town. Joke was I didn’t see one Vespa, leaving as soon as I could get out.  


Lucena to Cabra 

Hot, dry, the usual in some respects. 

Too dry for blackberries to fruit properly. And the photographer stuffed recording that! 

Flat, repurposed railway line. Easy walking. Replete with a siding. 

The donkey thought me mad, clearly! 

Easy life for him. Food being hand delivered as he waited.

Why would a town be called ‘goat’? It had a different name under the romans. Why change it? Still, a nice coat of arms with goats just visible on it.

 The strange thing is I’ve seen so few goats in this part of Spain: one very crowded little paddock a few days ago and only 1 or 2 since. 


Ok.

Now, a very different leg coming up in a few days. Hopefully wifi is better between Almería and Granada and I can post text and pictures together. 

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