On a mission to investigate los pueblos blancos (white towns) in the hills, we turned inland this morning and had a bit of a false start.
I’d found parking at Castellar and we thought we might rest our weary legs there for the afternoon. However, we found ourselves in a new town, it was white I suppose, parked in front of a truckers cafe. It turns out that in the early 70’s the population was moved from the old town up at the castle some 15 minute drive away, to this new town.
Undeterred, we drove up to said castle and had a look around the village. It was a hair raising drive made even worse when we were told the only way out was back down the way we came!
Onwards and upwards to Jimena de la Frontera where Guy had a power nap in the car park. It was really hot and a few people loitering around suspiciously, so we decided to drive 2km to a campsite. 2 kilometres from hell! 🤬😮The narrowest street with cars parked and overhanging balconies …I don’t know how we got out alive! 
The campsite is lovely but booked up solid from tomorrow – it’s Andalusia’s national day …a bank holiday weekend!
The campsite owner pointed out a huge moth on the floor and said his mate likes to put them on his chest like a brooch! The mate then arrived and picked up the hairy moth …I backed away, closely followed by campsite owner 😂- he then put it in the hedge!
The town had a big ruined castle and down in the valley we saw a whole gang of eagles 🦅 swooping up and down. Could still see Gibraltar and Africa from the top too. Very steep streets with a few shops and bars near the bottom which meant more climbing on the way back up! It was supposed to be a rest day!
Happy Birthday again Dad …85 years young today!x