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  • Day632

    A day out in Ronda

    March 20, 2018 in Spain ⋅

    At 32km away, Ronda was the large town closest to the villa. It was another of those days where the weather didn't know what it was doing, let alone the weather forecasters, so we thought a drive and trip to a settlement would be ideal. The sun shone bright on the lush green landscape as Paul maneuvered the car out of El Balcon with Cath, us and Poppy. The grass almost seemed to glow with the recent glut of rain and the hills were bobbled with grids of neatly pruned olive trees.

    Checking the road that led around the north east of the Zahara-El Gastor reserviour was still closed, we took the detour along the south west side, via the little Pueblo Blanco of Zahara, its distinctive castle clinging to a cliff, that raised it head and shoulders above the white houses. After pulling over to admire views over the blue, but mud tinged water, we set of again, only to find the road ahead was also shut. Landslides and subsidence caused by the unusually high rainfall have really taken their toll on the area. The 2nd detour took us in the opposite direction of our destination, to the extent that we turned around and tried to go a different route, only to find our way barred. What started off as a 32km drive turned out to be nearly 70km!

    Paul was great taking this extended journey in his stride and there were some beautiful sights along the way. We'd been watching Griffin Vultures around the house but today we got to see Egyptian Vultures, also known as Pharaoh's Chickens. The landcape was fertile and there was plenty of livestock farming, with sheep, goats chickens and cows as well as horses and donkeys. Interestingly we saw an area growing cork oaks, the bark on their trunks peeled back, a process that is carried out once every 9 or so years.

    Parking in Ronda was a lot more straightforward than in Seville the previous day. We worked our way through the unremarkable streets of the new town towards the original settlement, separated from us by a steep ravine. We found a bar-restaurant for lunch and were shown through to the quaint back room, with red and green painted wooden furniture and matching check pattern tablecloths. The food was good with Vicky enjoying the Andalucian speciality of gazpacho for starters and Will, a succulent leg of kid for mains.

    Warmed up and refuelled we continued down the main street until we reached the large white walls of Ronda's bull ring. None of us approved of the activity so we gave it as little attention as possible and carried on by the few little tourist stalls to the railings, past which the earth fell away precipitously to a flat valley floor 100m below. The Guadalevín river ran close to the foot of the cliff but we could see over the flat plain for tens of kilometres to the low hills that formed the horizon. The sunlight was brilliant but its warmth hadn't impacted much on the air, whose heat was effectively sapped by the icy wind so we didn't hang around too long.

    Working our way round the edge of the cliff we came to the Puente Nuevo; a 98m high stone bridge whose three arches span the El Tajo gorge that separates the Ciudad, or old town, from the new. We were surprised to see Choughs flying about below us, we associated these charismatic crows with mountains in Austria and Germany. Crossing the bridge, we had great fun leaning over the stone walls and black painted iron railings to see what was below.

    The brightly lit whitewashed houses of the original settlement provided an amazing contrast to the intensely dark grey sky brooding above. As we made our way up the winding cobbled streets the clouds broke and by the time we'd re-entered the new town it was hailing on us!

    At the supermarket on the way home we stocked up with wood, looking forward once again to the crackling heat of the villa's open fire.
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  • Day14


    July 11, 2018 in Spain ⋅ 🌙 20 °C

    The town of Ronda is one of the most beautiful places in Spain. It's famous bridge is spectacular, and our hotel is literally on the cliff overlooking the bridge. Construction on the bridge began in 1751 and it boggles the mind how large a task it would have been. It is 120m high above a narrow canyon through which a river runs.

    The whole of Ronda is elevated above the countryside around it. There are many places from where magnificent views can be savoured.

    Orson Welles and Ernest Hemingway both spent many summers in Ronda and wrote about how they loved the town, its beauty, rugged cliffs and its long tradition of bullfighting.

    The narrow streets and the white buildings are so characteristic of this area. It is one of the most beautiful towns in Andalusia, if not Spain itself. We are only spending one night here, which seems hardly enough.
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  • Day14

    Bullring in Ronda

    July 11, 2018 in Spain ⋅ 🌙 19 °C

    The bullring in Ronda is famous in Spain. Hemmingway wrote extensively about bullfighting and spent a lot of time in Ronda. I visited the bullring and toured its facilities, museum, bull handling yeards and the ring itself. For a town on only 30,000 people, it has a significant place in the history of bullfighting. Apparently the style of bullfighting differs in each area of Spain, and the toreadors in Ronda take a slightly different approach to those in Seville, who try to impress with flourishes and graceful turns and dance-like moves. Its a bit more stolid in Ronda, if I understand it correctly.

    The bullring here had more areas open to the public than the bullring in Seville. I could actually stand in one of the eight stalls that hold the bulls, which are released one by one and they run in a straight line from their pen, into the daylight of the ring. They are furious and a bit disoriented when they enter the ring, and are ready to take on whoever is standing in the ring wearing fancy clothes and waving a red cape around.

    The tour of the bullring was very interesting. I would like to see a bullfight but they are not taking place in the heat of summer.
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  • Day14

    Setenil de las Bodegas

    July 11, 2018 in Spain ⋅ 🌙 22 °C

    Our second stop for the day was in a town set on a gorge with the white houses literally built into the cliffs. The inhabitants are almost troglodytes - living in caves. The houses look like they have been slowly swallowed by the granite cliffs, but they have been built right into the rock. Even the main cafes and restaurants are built in under a huge overhanging ledge of granite.

    We were able to marvel at the town, its white buildings and the people who lived in the rocks.
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  • Day5


    June 9, 2018 in Spain ⋅ ⛅ 17 °C

    One of the most visited towns in Andalusia is Ronda. It is located on top of a mountain and divided into two parts by the giant "El Tajo" Canyon. It is a really amazing view to see this city and the canyon.
    Tonight we had a very good Paella and later at night some snails.

    Under Etappenziel Ronda haben wir dann am frühen Nachmittag erreicht. Ronda zählt zu einer der meist besuchten Städte in Andalusien und vor allem die Lage auf einem Berggipfel und die "El Tajo" Schlucht, welche die Stadt in zwei Hälften teilt sind einen Besuch wert.

    Am Abend gab es für uns dann noch eine Paella und zu späterer Stunde sogar noch ein paar Schnecken. Mmmmhhh...
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  • Day207


    November 8, 2017 in Spain ⋅ ⛅ 14 °C

    We took the bus, well 2 buses to go to Ronda up,in the hills elevation 738m apparently. Local Bus trip was the traumatic part as although we arrived at the stop early the bus was very late and proceeded to do a couple of out and back legs on the way to the main station, we arrived with 1 minute to spare and still had to buy the tickets but we needn't have worried the coach from Torremolenos to Seville via Ronda was also late. After a small diversion via San Pedro we headed up into the hills gradually making winding way. 75 mins later and we were there, just a 5 min stroll to the 'new bridge' over the 120m gorge, that takes you to the old town. As you can see there was some stunning scenery, we visited the local museum to read about the history of Ronda and also something they call the mine.
    Photo 1 is new bridge from top, photo 2 is looking up at it from the other side, we walked all the way down and back up. Photo 3 shows the old bridge and the view beyond, photo 4 is the exterior of the mine which was so the literature said supposed to hold secret bathing places for queens, slaves formed a human chain to bring water up from the river below. Photo 5 is again of the view the old town of Ronda sits atop a plateau almost, photo 6 is of the Moorish baths at the base of the town by the old Roman bridge which isn't Roman at all but Moorish.
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  • Day11

    Driving to Ronda, Spain

    May 12, 2018 in Spain ⋅

    This morning we left the Costa del Sol and headed for Albufeira, in the Algarve region of Portugal, the Southern coast. Rather than drive the quickest way, we chose to drive up in the mountains through Ronda on the way to Seville, which is a popular drive. We could see why! The scenery was beautiful and I had to try to keep from pointing things out so Dean could keep his eyes on the winding road. The drive actually took us above the treeline for a short distance.Read more

  • Day11

    Ronda, Spain

    May 12, 2018 in Spain ⋅

    Ronda is a village that a lot of people enjoy, and we would have too, except there was some kind of event--we think it was a bicycle race and we’re not sure what else was going on; people were parked along every street and there wasn’t much room to drive.

  • Day20

    Day 20: Down to Ronda

    March 7, 2017 in Spain ⋅

    Time to pack up and leave Lucena after an interesting week! Spent the morning cleaning the house and packing, before our hosts arrived back from their week in Belgium around midday. Had a brief chat with them before we headed off to Malaga where we had to return our car.

    Had a bit of difficulty finding a petrol station to fill up, and then again finding the proper entrance to the carpark at the main train station where the rental car office was. Eventually we managed everything, and dropped the car off with no problems. We had an hour to kill before picking up the next rental car from a different agency, and conveniently it was lunchtime so we headed upstairs to check out our options. Out of Burger King, Taco Bell, Pizza Hut and McDonalds we opted for the latter. They actually have some special localised items which are quite reasonable - Shandos had one with camembert, caramelised onion and sweet peppers!

    Back downstairs to the rental office where our expected VW Golf wasn't available - they gave us a brand new Mercedes A200 instead! Nice. Though it's much smaller than the old car, it's also essentially brand new (about 1200km on the clock) and worth a lot of money, so I'm terrified of scratching it!

    Navigated our way out of Malaga with some difficulty again - too many one-way streets and confusing directions from Google! Finally escaped the city and headed south-west into the countryside to our next destination, Ronda. This is a small town that's very well known in Andalusia for a very tall stone bridge between the two halves of town on separate sandstone pinnacles.

    Our Airbnb accomodation was a farmhouse about 10 minutes out of town, so we headed their first. The proprietor, a friendly English expat named Will, was actually unaware of our booking as he'd been offline for a few days: one of his dogs had eaten a dangerous spiked caterpillar and was having surgery to get a partial tongue amputation. Poor thing! Will keep a close eye on Schnitzel here.

    Thankfully our room was ready anyway and we settled in before heading into Ronda for some dinner (it was 7pm by this stage). Had a wander around and watched the sunset from a clifftop adjacent to the giant stone bridge, then headed for the various plazas to eat. First up we had some paella and a beverage from one place on a square popular with families, then we headed for a quiet side-street and a small tapas bar where we had more delicious food. Beef cheek in red wine was the highlight, closely followed by a sheep's milk cheese. Great prices too, will definitely be back!

    Squeezed the car out of the carpark (though I put a tiny scratch in the front bumper navigating to the ticket machine, stupid Spaniards put it at the outside of the furthest apex of the corner, so it was almost impossible to reach the machine from inside your car). Dang. It's only tiny, hopefully the rental company don't notice. Back to the farmhouse where we used our enormous clawfoot bath to rinse off and relax! Will had said there was good star-gazing from our balcony, but unfortunately it's only a few days from the full moon so the starts were mostly blotted out. Maybe next time!
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  • Day21

    Day 21: Exploring Ronda

    March 8, 2017 in Spain ⋅

    Second day in the area and a good chance to check things out more closely. Had breakfast in our farmhouse around 9:30, then headed off to the nearby town of Arriate. It's a bit closer than Ronda though in a different direction. Very pretty but not quite as nice. Definitely not as touristy though! We found a parking space and just wandered around for a while, enjoying the quiet and the snapshots of small Spanish village life.

    Lots of white houses with arched windows and orange terracotta roofing, the typical European three-storey buildings with apartments above shops, and of course the centuries-old church as the tallest building in town. After a good wander we returned to the car and pressed on.

    Next stop was an ancient Roman theatre we'd read about, about 30 minutes drive out of Ronda. Off we went, up the long and winding road and with absolutely nobody around. We arrived to find the site closed and the gate locked, though we were at the end of a long road. With no cameras or people to be seen, and only a low fence stopping us, we clambered over and set off up the hill to the Roman theatre.

    It was extremely impressive, probably 10 metres high and about 30 across, still with the amphitheatre seating intact as well. You could clearly make out the stage, the proscenium arch and the access points on either side for the crowd. Strikingly well-preserved! It was also epically situated on top of a high hill, very near the edge of a cliff. There were large piles of rubble around that were clearly remains of houses and the old Roman settlement. Not sure what the plan is, as the piles looked man-made and the site generally had only been "discovered" in the 19th century.

    There was also the foundations and bases of Roman baths in a different part of the site which we had a good look at too. After an hour or so of looking we took our leave, and just in time as I spotted another car approached as we scaled the fence. Thankfully it wasn't police, just more tourists who only saw us on the correct side of the fence! Back into town we went.

    This time rather than risk another scratch to the car we parked on the outskirts of Ronda and walked in, looking for somewhere to eat. Decided against quite a few places and ended up at the same tapas restaurant as the previous evening where the food was just as good second time round! The waiter recognised us as well and greeted us warmly. It's interesting to see here that waiters and hospitality workers are professionals, in a way that they aren't in Australia. Waiting tables and tending bars in Oz tends to be seen as a uni student or backpacker job, a stepping stone on the way to getting a "real job". Not here though!

    Did some more looking around Ronda, though aside from touristy souvenir shops there isn't much else to see. Wandered along the clifftop walk for a while which ended abruptly in a locked gate - disappointing. Back to the car where we drove down a very rough and narrow track to the bottom of the bridge for a better look.

    I should mention that the bridge is called the Puente Nuevo (literally New Bridge), and it's 98 metres high, 66 metres long and constructed entirely of stone between 1759 and 1793. You can probably guess it's called New Bridge because it replaced the old bridge which collapsed, killing 50 people. Apparently both sides of the Spanish civil war in the 30s used the room under the main walkway as a prison and torture chamber, where the final step usually involved plunging off the span into the rocks 100m below.

    Great views from the bottom though! Seeing it from this perspective drove home how much earlier settlements depended on geography for their livelihoods and security - Ronda is built on a small sandstone plateau for natural defences, and the river flowing through the gorge drove mills and water wheels for agriculture.

    Another long and bone-crunching drive back to the farmhouse (our car definitely isn't set up for bumpy roads!), and a quick pit stop at the supermarket for dinner. We just had some bread with jamon and olive oil for dinner as we'd had a large lunch. I sat in front of the fire and watched Champions League football (Barcelona vs PSG), while Shandos wrote and dozed.
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You might also know this place by the following names:

Ronda, رندة, Ρόντα, Arundo, روندا, רונדה, Ռոնդա, ロンダ, Ронда, 론다, Arunda, 龙达

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