Well, not quite what we had planned, but having finally got around to some skiing we realise that we are running short on time before Mel’s return to the UK, and that sadly therefore we must settle for just the one day on the slopes. Seems daft I know, but there you go. Mel didn’t want to ski on a… Read more »
It’s taken 3,000 miles of wandering through France and Spain, but finally we get to ski at Sierra Nevada, Andalusia. A day of Sod’s Law, Peasoupers, blue skies and magnificent views.
Walking above Güéjar Sierra we encounter a friendly farmer, nonchalant goats, iron crosses, machine gun nests, boggy ground and magnificent views. The way is punctuated by rocky slopes, moorland, alpine vistas and gravity defying rock towers.
Actually, there is no problem with skiing. It’s getting to the skiing that can be problematic. Not that the weather was against us. Nope. That was fine, even with a little cloud cover. Our problem was the things associated with skiing, like insurance, and finding anything useful in a maze of apartments and ski hire shops. The morning started with… Read more »
This morning we thought it prudent to try and top up the LPG tanks as we are now down to 50%. There is supposed to be, according to searches, an LPG station in Granada, then the next nearest if either Cordoba, Malaga or Murcia, at least 80 miles away. We found the advertised station fairly easily, but it was closed…. Read more »
An unexpected gale leads to a sleepless last night on the Costa Tropical, but the following days drive north through to Alpajurras hills towards Granada is a striking combinations of vertiginous mountain passes and rolling plains with the Sierra Nevada as a backdrop.
