We left Ronda on foot, a warm and sunny midweek day, following the road pointing toward Algeciras – Two brothers on the run, heading for Africa, one tramping from Oslo, the other one just joining up.
The road was downward-sloping rather steeply from the plateau Ronda was sitting at, and there wasn’t really any better roads than the ones built for automobiles, o we had to share.
But then again – not too may people are leaving mountainous paradises for the rugged seawinds these days.
So we kinda had the roads to ourself.
Then every now and again we stumbeled upon a rubble-road to take us from one valley to the next on our path down the mountains.
Oskar goes to Africa 