Travelling alone is somehow religious. I spent the whole Saturday in Ronda, not alone though even if I started the travel alone from Fuengirola. Everything went well in the bus until Marbella. Then the route went to the mountains and from there it was 1½h of nausea and delight. The views were absolutely breathtaking! I knew I was on a big mountain but I could only see a lot of smaller hills. They were beautifully flat from their tops, so you could walk kilometres on them seeing everything around. Some of them were covered with trees. The higher we got there was also hills with no trees at all but bright white/grey rocks – but the tree-covered hills as well.
Ronda, Andalucia, Spain.
