Page 34 - Spanish Insight - November 2019
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By Naomi Diestro


        Day Trips on



        a Motorbike




        It’s a warm and sunny Sunday morning, and
        we  fancy  a  dip.  ‘Let’s  see  what  Baño  de
        Vilo’s like’ I say, and so here we are on the
        main Nerja-to-Málaga road, turning inland at   country. This is a pretty slopey village – you   … a statue of Jesus carrying the cross on a
        the Vélez-Malaga exit. We hang a left via the   seem to always be walking either upwards   ‘trono’ tucked away in one corner (no doubt
        A-7204 through Periana, whizz along the MA-  or downwards – and after a couple of wrong   waiting to be hoisted up onto shoulders and
        156 and arrive at our destination 50 minutes   turns we find the Taberna at the bottom of   paraded around the village at the next feria)
        later.                                  a hill beyond the main square. It’s a cosy,   … and tiny candles in another. We light one
                                                hippy-but-chic Aladdin’s cave filled with eye-  of them and pray for a dearly departed loved
                                                catching Moroccan artefacts, a price tag   one before heading back to the bike.
                                                dangling  from  all  of  them.  Thank  goodness
                                                we made it just in time before they stop
                                                serving breakfast. Birthday Boy’s having his
                                                favourite - Eggs Benedict - and I plump for a
                                                toasted French stick with homemade jam. We
                                                both savour every mouthful, it’s scrumptious.











        This Arabian medicinal spa (not much bigger
        than a jacuzzi) is located off a very steep hill
        and is cocooned within leafy surroundings.
        As we find our spot and change into our                                        We’re riding around the outskirts of Cómpeta
        swimming gear, several Spaniards march past                                    towards Canillas de Albaida looking for the
        us with their folded-up chairs and packed                                      Puente Romano, a short and ancient Roman
        lunches, all holding their noses and exclaiming                                bridge (second century!) once used by Roman
        ‘qué peste!’, thanks to the sulphur dioxide                                    soldiers. We find it, trundle across it (over the
        permeating from the mud from where the bath                                    River Turvilla) and go for a steep hike up a
        is filled. Keen to benefit from its proclaimed                                 zig-zagged stony path, which thankfully has
        healing and therapeutic properties, we go in                                   wooden rails to hold on to. After enjoying the
        undeterred and find the temperature to be                                      nice view at the top, we re-trace our steps
        quite chilly (though it’s a steady 21 degrees)                                 and get back on the bike. Next and final stop:
        and  ooh yuck, the bottom’s  really slimy!  It’s                               the coast.
        refreshing though, so we stay a while before
        moving on for a late breakfast.                                                The journey along the A-7206 is mountainous
                                                                                       and the views are marvellous. We pass the
        It’s Oscar’s birthday weekend, and our next                                    villages of Sayalonga and Algarrobo, where a
        stop is his restaurant of choice: the Taberna                                  Vino de Terrano sign makes us stop the bike
        Hierbabuena in Plaza de la Constitución,                                       and buy a bottle – we love that stuff!  The
        Cómpeta. We take a ride there along the                                        fresh seaweedy smell of the seaside tells us
        A-7204 and park in an area beside a tiled                                      we’re now on the coast. We make our way
        mural of workers with grape-filled baskets - a                                 to El Morche promenade where we tuck into
        reminder we’re in the heart of Muscatel wine                                   Mini Deluxe ice creams at Helados Alacant
                                                                                       whilst having ringside seats of the sand, palm
                                                We leave the restaurant (brushing past a   trees and blue sky. Heavenly. All in all, another
                                                couple  of  Insight  mags  in  the  Taberna’s   great day out in a beautiful part of the world.
                                                magazine rack) and can’t help noticing the   We are so very fortunate to be here, aren’t
                                                place is deserted as we walk back up the   we?
                                                hill to the main square. Its outdoor restaurant           © Naomi Diestro 2019
                                                is choc-a-block, stuffed with families all
                                                chattering away – no wonder the rest of the
                                                village is deserted, all the locals are here!
                                                We wander over to the 16th century church
                                                (Nuestra Señora de la Asunción) and take a
                                                peek inside. Your eye is instantly drawn to the
                                                gigantic mural of Christ with five maidens?
                                                Angels?? Painted by Vélez artist Francisco
                                                Hernández, which is rather beautiful. It has all
                                                you’d expect from a Spanish Catholic church:
                                                dark wooden-beamed  ceiling … images of
                                                various saints and virgins … confession box
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