The sun wimped out again, leaving me to contend with another cloudy, moderately rainy day. As is so familiar during this trip, I put on my rain gear head to toe and left Nerja in my rearview mirror at 10:00. The rain was nothing significant but the temperature added rawness to the air. Climbing long hills added to the mix, yet the beautiful coastline helped compensate a bit. There were three tunnels I braved hoping for minimal traffic. Even with one vehicle approaching, the noise was amplified to ,sound like an oncoming train. After three plus hours on the road, I rode into Motril and found my hostel, situated back in a labyrinth of streets. The city was nothing impressive and the hostel even less so. The hostel did the job but the language barrier made for confusion in paying for the night given that I had pushed the stay back a day. The smaller the city, the less English is spoken. My Spanish is improving but not fast enough.
After cleaning up and delving into my food stores, I started to plan my trip for the days ahead. Just following the coastline was losing its allure. So..., my plan for tomorrow and the days
ahead took a decisive turn. Both Granada and Mallorca are the two places I want to see. Granada is due north seventy-two kilometers and Malloric several days of riding and a ferry ride away. Checking the routes and the various options, I will ride north tomorrow and spend three nights in Granada at an Airbnb. From there I will hop a bus to Benidorm, take a ferry to Mallorca and stay at least three days. I have been told the bicycling routes and scenery are superb. So let’s hope the ride to Granada includes a minimal amount of climbing and that the sun prevails.
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