I continued on my way towards Montejaque and went through wide valleys surrounded by mountains. For several hours I walked through vast pasture lands in the midst of hoards of cows and I must admit that every now and then I cast an eye at the area between the hind legs of the animals in order to convince myself that they all had udders and not something completely different that only bulls have 😮 Occasionally I went past very well enclosed fields where large bulls roamed behind fences and sturdy hedges. My guess is that their destiny was to end their days fighting for their lives in some bullfighting arena. The wind was hot and strong and blew in my face all day.

I reached Montejaque in the early afternoon and had a tortilla and a beer and refilled my water vessels. I carried on and soon, at a distance, I saw the characteristic silhouette of the majestic cliff upon which Ronda resides.

The cliff or rock is divided by a deep crack that runs through the city where it creates several magnificent sights and lots of photo opportunities. It still took me a couple of hours before I reached my hotel close to the new bridge in the center of old Ronda.

My room had double doors that led to a large balcony where I could take in the city and it was also an excellent place for hanging my wet laundry to dry.