Our grand tour of southern Spain February 11th Day Twenty-nine Malaga

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Is Malaga worth visiting in your motorhome?

We are alive. We survived 65 mph winds and 12’ high crashing waves on the beach ahead of us. It was, to say the least, a rough old night and as usual, Maggie slept through it all! Matey boy here was up most of the night! Nothing changes 😄

I go out and inspect poor Bryony. Several other motorhome owners are out early doing the same thing. She’s intact, her paint is still on her front bonnet. I was expecting to see bare metal! The windscreen is ….. sandy! The front skylight is ….. sandy! She is going to take so much cleaning!

We miss the first bus – it has been cancelled. Buses are a little hit and miss (we learned later that the day before many had been cancelled for fear of palm trees falling on top of them – so many buses weren’t in the place they should have been overnight).

We chat to a Dutch couple also waiting for the bus and thirty minutes later another one turns up – you need 160 or 163 to go into Malaga and it’s a 3minute journey or so along the sea front.

The winds have dropped to a breeze. The sun is shining. Its 17C and a Saturday. Housebound the last two days, everyone and their dog and ferret have decided to come to Malaga. It is heaving! There are no tickets for the Picasso Museum. Sold out – lesson learned – book your tickets way in advance of your arrival, on-line. There are queues for the cathedral. Narrow shopping streets are busy!

We escape to the market and then find a café for coffee and toasted Croissants with jam – tastier than it sounds!

We wander the streets souvenir hunting for the kids; we admire the roman theatre, climb the fort viewpoint and head for the waterfront.

Another coffee to the sound track of a superb Spanish guitar busker. She is great and draws an appreciative crowd.

It’s too busy – we catch the bus back to the site and spend the afternoon chilling in chairs outside between the vans. Its sheltered and the sun is warm and the waves have died down somewhat!

So, is Malaga worth visiting?

Yes, absolutely, if these sites are anything to go by – but today it defeated us! Lots of Dutch and Germans come here to overwinter and never seem to get bored with the city! Founded over two millennia ago, it is one of the oldest Mediterranean sea ports – roman theatres, Moorish castles, Phoenician lighthouses, medieval Alcazaba, baroque cathedral.

So, what had we hoped to do? The Picasso Museum and the castle. The roman theatre and the cathedral. But then there was also – the hidden plazas and the little streets of boutique craft shops, the botanical gardens and the carmen Thyssen museum. What about the fine arts museum, the archaeology museum and the basilicas? So much to see and do and we failed – miserably. Malaga will be on our itinerary next time we return to southern Spain!