Tomtom threw us another curved ball in Cazorla. Indicating a faster route through the town, which I duly took, it then totally lost the plot, culminating in us riding down what I think was a one way street, against the traffic. Only a couple of cars were on it, luckily and neither abused us, so either it wasn't one way or they were just too shocked, being confronted by over 300kgs of big red beemer.
Up the mountain I took the following photo, hoping it shows the extent of the olive groves. Zoom in on all the spotty fields.
Arrived at our hotel in Manzanares just after 15:00. It's a bit like last night's, alongside a main road/motorway, a way outside the town. No English spoken, as far as I can gleen from check in. We can have dinner here and beer of course, so it'll do. Hopefully the breakfast experience will be better than this morning's.
Coffee, juice and half a toasted baguette with butter and jam! When I asked about queso y jamon, was told no. Another waiter did give us some slices of cheese though. Hard to argue when you don't speak the lingo and they, I suspect, choose not to speak English. I wouldn't stay there again.
Nearly beer time.
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