The Sierra Nevada is brewing up somewhere behind this warning sign. Spent most of the day either on the Autovia or towards the end of the journey, getting helplessly lost not far from it. Helplessly, because even the so far unused sat nav tried to send us in the wrong direction. Thank goodness for good old north, south, east and west, otherwise there's no knowing where we might be. Even the mountains weren't any help.
All was very jolly when we left the coast and headed for the hills. We whizzed past Marbella, Fuengirola, Torremolinos, Malaga. Went through tunnels, experienced a few tolls, saw hardly a bird and took loads of pics out of the window - to keep boredom at bay.
The navigational plan included giving Granada a very wide berth because it is huge, confirmed by the rather large circle on our map. Unfortunately the city sprawls all over the place and we got caught in its spread. The story is too long and tedious to tell. Reversing up and down the same streets, nearly driving down weeny ones, ending up in a huge orchards/allotments in the centre of a large town (grrrrr). It really goes on and on. Follow a signpost and where does it take you? To a school of course, in mid pick-up of kids. There you are, at the total end of your tether and you're held up by the lollipop person... for quite a while as it was a big school.
After quite a bit more shuffling, which isn't easy in the super huge Sylvia... we are here, wherever that is. We must be near the mountains because the church clock sounds like a giant cow bell. Will report further when I've found out where I am...
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