Ronda was predictably full of tourists. Stayed two nights in a carpark with a sheer drop to the very large valley below. Took a bus to a nearby village as the roads are a bit challenging for a motorhome. Bus went through one village – it just manages to get through the twists and turns and the driver puts his foot down in places where it is one way and he can see there is nothing coming. A bit of backing up by both cars and the bus. Sentenil is built around enormous rocks that overhang from the cliffs. Had to have a drink at the top of the hill – beer and sangria. Quite liked the latter, even though red wine is the base!
I wandered Ronda the next morning; Ken was too tired. Crossed the bridge and had a look around the old town.