Malaga

Sometimes it seems as if the emails from my mobile does not come through, re the duplicate messages.

Yesterday, I was on my way to Granada and saw a huge mountain range with snow on the top. It seemed impossible as I was in blistering heat.
I changed route to Almeria to investige. there was no route over the mountain but there was this dirt road, which I took. Halfway up I flagged down a ranger and he basically indiucated to me to turn around and head back down.
One thing I try to avoid at all costs is u-turns so I said no, I want to go to Almeria, over the mountain. He said to me, no, turn round go down, follow me.
Keep in mind that I do not speak Spanish and the Ranger does not speak English.
Eventually I pulled out a map, he seemed relieved and shows me that the road does not go to Almeria.
It goes to Granada, I said that is fine, I will go to Granada but I am not turning around. After all I havce been on the dirt road for about an hour (that counts as 3 hours on a tar road).
I got another 3 wordfs from the ranger, distance, snow, dangerous.
He showed me a different route that will take me down the mountainb again without making a u-turn.
I thanked him, his wife, who was sitting in the heat of the car listening to our converation and moved on.

The road was endless, and I stopped at a fountain to get water as I prepared myself to sleep on the mountain that night.

I ended up in a hostel all safe and bike still intact.

I am currently in Malaga, internet cafe, waitingfor the bike to cool down. I must hunt down Alcazaba.

Then off to try and find a small town called Mijas, away from this city.

When riding like this you become completely alergic to cities, people and highways.
Sometimes though, they are unavoidable.