There are a few ways to get up there. You can pay to enter from below and walk your way upwards, visiting the Alcazaba itself.
You can drive past the bullring and the English Cemetery, up steep roads, curling around the edge of hill, luckily a one way street!!
Or you can take the adventurers way and walk up the side of the hill, up a zig zag mountain of steps opposite the park near the town hall.
This is the way I decided to take.
A Tuesday, one of those funny spanish October days. Bits of clouds, the odd bit of breeze and then the sun would come out almost as hot as a summer day.
You wouldnt make this trip, as i would call it, bang in July or August, that would be suicide - ok maybe i´m getting a bit dramatic here!! But those that have lived,
live or have been to Spain in the summer know what i mean.
This trek i had been thinking about doing for some time. You start saying to yourself, hmmm i´ll have to do that one day and today was the day.
So I started the walk up, jogging at first for the first 20 odd steps. From that point i had a bit of height now. Although i dont go out running in the mornings or doing sessions
on the exercise frames that the town hall set up, jotted around Malaga, I do like to go for my walks.
The slope started getting a bit steeper now, the steps longer but you soon gain height after about 5 minutes.
There are benches to stop and sit on and the odd bit of shade which comes in handy. I just kept stopping every few metres to take photos with my smartphone, documenting it in pictures.
I had done the car journey up here a couple of times and when you reach the castle you walk downwards towards a mirador, a viewing area with a spectacular view of the port, Muelle Uno,
the bull ring, the cathedral and the long park below you. So i was wondering how close these steps got to the mirador, this was the first time in all my years living
in Malaga that i had done this. Many people i passed as they came downwards. I started wondering how many of them had done what i had done or if i was the only stupid
bugger to do it. Maybe they got the bus up even, yes there is also a good bus service in Malaga and one of the routes takes you up here, and decided to walk down.
Its easier going down that going up.
There was one pretty big mistake i made, something i do all the time. Forget to bring water with me and the heat was getting pretty intense. I kind of ignored that important
fact as i was on my mission, gazing up, stopping taking more pics and looking downwards, feeling like Indiana Jones on a new adventure. Told you i get a tad dramatic. But yeah bits of
the Raiders of the Lost Ark soundtrack were going through my head. I was on my own, on my journey, upwards.
People were sitting on the stone ledges on the edge of the path resting as they went down i presumed. I was the only one going up. What I like about my walkabouts and especially as you
reach the centre of the city and especially in these kind of areas is the amount of different languages you hear. Tourists from all over the world. Groups of students, japenese with their
cameras, tourism is good in Malaga. After many photos I can see the mirador above me. I can see now that the path leads right up to it, then past it towards the Parador.
I was taking photos from different levels which I found interesting. You can see postcards in the souvenir shops of the view of the port and bullring from the past and I would say
they were taken from the mirador just below the Parador. I had made it. From the bottom to here it took me about 40 minutes and as on all my journeys, it was worth it.
Next to the mirador there was a separate path that I had presumed lead downwards, maybe down towards the English Cemetery. I had rested briefly, no water but wanted to carry on to see where
it led me. The tree lined hills path had been trodden on well. There were footprints and dog prints. The good thing here that it was shady, it was coming towards 5 in the afternoon.
The path went right around and i took more photos, of the view and of the path itself.
It was very pleasant here and I was the only one on the path. It would have been very easy to slide and fall downwards as there were old railings pulled down by some clever sods.
It was daytime still and being a guy, wasnt too bothered but i wouldnt like to walk along here after dark for a couple of reasons. I noticed now that I wasnt actually going down towards the street, more like up.
Three quarters along by now - i presumed - so i wasnt going to go back no matter where it took me.
There reaching the end of the path, right next to the road where the bus goes up, towards the mirador and the Parador. I felt conned. Thats what happens when you dont ask first!
Spirits were still high though, trekking a few metres back up the road, past the castle and then back down the infamous steps leading back down from where the journey started.
Very few people were walking up which made me feel adventurous once again. As I said before, its easier going down. My mission was completed and more. It was time to start walking back home from my lovely afternoon out. I took a slightly different path as I got to the bottom, towards the gardens.
Still without water, stopping off at a chinese supermarket, to claim my Ark of the Covenant, my prize, a big can of Cruzcampo lager, sod the water.
All photos copyright - Alistair Watts