My holiday in Spain started very stereotypically with a flight to Málaga, admidst lots of elderly tourists and a school class on their way to a language holiday. After my arrival, however, I left the "typical" Andalusia behind, and made my way into the mountains.

This time, I even rented a car, as the more rural areas are difficult to reach by public transport. This made the start of my holiday a but stressful, however, as I managed to miss the right turnoff three (!) times. On the other hand, this gave me the opportunity to reach my destination, the village of El Chorro by some very picturesque, but winding mountain roads.

In the afternoon, I explored the surroundings of the village a bit, and was amazed by the sheer cliffs and the narrowness of El Chorro Gorge – if you imagine the water masses rushing down after heavy rain (which they no longer do, as the river is regulated), it is quite clear why this place is called El Chorro (in English: "The Spurt").