Day Fifty 3.5.05 We debated whether to drive into Ronda today or walk in. We decided it was just a bit too far to walk so jumped in the van leaving a pile of our stuff on the pitch to mark our territory, we had decided not to put op the awning this time as when we arrived it was really quiet. Now the site is heaving with friendly Dutch and few German campers. Leaving the gear means that our pitch will be available when we return. Ronda is a busy little place perched on two sides of a very deep gorge connected by an amazing 18th century bridge. We parked bravely in an underground car park (bearing in mind height of the van) After taking in the splendid views and doing a bit of window shopping we went to the bridge museum situated within the bridge. This enabled us to learn more about the bridge and its construction (It took 29 yrs to build!) however the museum was just a series of light boxes with text and we felt a book would have given as much detail. Shortly after we went for lunch at a restaurant overlooking the gorge and bridge. We had paella and sangria which we have acquired a taste for and watched the steady stream of tourists take in this marvellous place. We found a small shop and decided to buy and ice cream, the shop was very old fashioned and everything was behind the counter. We were just looking at the ice cream display board by the door when the lady behind the counter kept going on at us. We said we were just making up our minds and were about to leave when we realised that she was trying to point out another more comprehensive display board next to her which we could point to for her to retrieve our choice of lolly. Now we knew how it worked we got our lollies and wandered down the road. We found a path which appeared to descend to the bottom of the gorge and started to walk along it. About 200 metres down a small sign in four languages invited us to view the bridge from a special vantage point. As we were looking at the sign a dirty cat weasel German man waved us in. It appeared to be along a small path in his garden. He took us along it and gabbled in half German half English and showed us the magnificent view from the end of his narrow garden. It was at this point that we thought he would ask for some money but fortunately another unsuspecting couple arrived and the attention was taken off us and we made our escape. We continued down the steep path until the realisation of the return hike outweighed our curiosity for what was at the bottom of the gorge.