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Zalamea la Real, my stay
I had a very nice campspot at the Caldera Vieja which is an appartmentcomplex 2 kms outside of Zalamea la Real. Thanks to Ingo from Germany who I met in town and who 👍 arranged this spot (at his mothers place) for me immediately. And that mother even arranged a nice breakfast for me every morning.
And this is how the place 👍 looks like. I could even enjoy the swimmingpool.
However, this is a 👎 Very Remote place ...
I could 👎 not even cycle up to town at my unloaded OnTheRoad 4.0 🖱️. After one try (and pushing it all the way up to town) I started to just walk.
Then I explored an alternative traject, namely the Via Verde de Riotinto which is the only non-steep option anyway when I leave here, so checking this in advance is rather wise. It is running just in front of the Caldera Vieja so I 🧭 walked it to see whether it would be a better way into town. This traject bypasses the most high hill so that is an advantage anyway. Also since I had found a more 🍺 nice cafe that is located in the area where I would enter town by taking this traject. So there I can have an instantreward, and they even have an alternative Victoria Pasos Largos radlerbeer from Malaga.
In the meantime I realised myself I would have to pass that fallenover tree with the fully loaded OnTheRoad 4.0 🖱️ to continue my journey when I left here but I analysed I would be able to manage that.
But the main problem actually were the afternoons at Caldera Vieja. The lady closes the house from 14h00 to 18h00 for the siesta and that ment I could only get to 💣 50C water in the garden. Maybe the water was even warmer since (by coincident) all watertaps and the waterhoses were exposed in the early morningsun up to about 15h00. The second afternoon I almost 💥 fainted from the combi of heat and hot water. I got 💥 dizzy and 💥 "struggled" up the hill into town to get normal water and from then on I had to leave the place all afternoon(s) to survive the situation.
And there was more going on then I had an 💥 argument with the lady concerning me asking to store two beers in there fridge. The place offers a shared "everything" and I had asked permission to put those cans in the fridge in the shared kitchen. The housekeeperin knicked oké but lateron 💥 complained about me being so rude to ask that anyway and to then put the cans in the fridge myself.
The lady told me this is one of the traditional habits in Spain. "Never ever open someone else's fridge, always let the owner do that." But how does that function when everything is (commercially) 🤔 🤔 🤔 shared ??? So I had taken precautions to overcome the very warm afternoons by buying some radlerbeers but was 💥 not allowed to put them in the fridge nor 💥 to get them out of it myself. Besides that the house was 💥 closed in the afternoons anyway. Pffuuuhhhh .....
All this means I 💥 Had to walk into town every afternoon since I could not survive at Caldera Vieja. And several times I made the trip also in the mornings, just to have a good coffee and some "life" around. That means 1x or 2x 5kms per day in the hills at 40C to 50C offroad without shade.
An impression of Zalamea la Real.
And it's church.
One quite unhandy aspect is that there are 🤔 no restaurants in this town. The very few in town were never open when I was there and as usual they All Never have any info displayed at there entrances. And just next to the town are two restaurants, to the south and to the north.
The one to the south was 🤔 not open despite it's info saying it was. Since I was not in the mood to wait for almost an hour in the heat of it's shaded terrass without any drink(s) I continued uphill into town.
I had a beer at the one to the north one late evening at my full-moon via-verde-returning-to-the-tent walk. And I was so 😉 clever to ask for there openinghours and guess what, the 🤔 waiter didn't know that. He asked the cook (who is the owner) to assist and they concluded it was from 12h00 to 24h00, including the kitchen they stated when I informed on that aspect. I returned the next day at 13h00 and the second next day at 14h00 and the chef had just arrived but no, 🤔 sorry, the kitchen would open "at about 20h00 or maybe 20h30 or so". It seems to be very easy to make a living here since they don't really need guests, just an empty restaurant will do.
I visited that first cafe once more and had a nice chat with two english guys.
Some 1000 years ago the inhabitants here made a deal with the overruling muselmen. They would pay them a lot of money if the muselmen would leave, and leave them alone 🤞 forever. This is what is celebrated here every year, for four days that is ...
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Views at the campagne.
After seven nights I left since the 👅 combi of complications here started to annoy me too much.
And the reason I was at this traject anyway was that I wanted to re-visit my friends at El Alamo where I was before in 2019.
Getting there would only take two more daytrips from here, or maybe even only one if I was lucky strong.