The magic of Malaga, Spain .

SalGoesCycling

Spain · June 2025

The Magic of
Malaga

Sun, cobblestones, the wrong bus, and one very good goat cheese salad.

June 01, 2025  ·  Málaga, Spain

Cycling along Fuengirola was something else entirely. The promenade is gorgeous, lined with cafes, bars, and yes, quite a few British pubs too. I knew from my first ride that this stretch was going to be a highlight, and it delivered every single day.

What I loved most was how it managed to feel touristic without being overwhelming. Locals were out at the bars, people were kayak polo-ing in the water, life was just happening. That's the beauty of cycling, really. 

“There’s no way I would have stumbled across any of that on foot.”

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A Day Trip to Ronda

The following day, I braved a trip to Ronda. Ms. Wildfire managed a spot in a van, and off we went to this impossibly picturesque town. I only had about four hours before my return bus, so I couldn't venture too far from the centre. A short ride later, it was time for some food, and Ronda is officially the place that made me fall in love with walnut goat cheese salad. I'm not sorry about it.

Back on the bike and into the cobbled streets. The souvenir shops had the most beautiful ceramic plates on display, genuinely tempting, but as always, I sufficed with a magnet. If you have more time than I did, Ronda is apparently brilliant for longer cycling trips. Just leaving the town opens up wide, open roads that looked absolutely perfect for it. I didn't get far, but even the short ride made for a happy afternoon.

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The Wrong Bus (A Blessing)

The journey back, however, had other plans. I boarded the wrong bus, which instead of heading straight to Fuengirola, went to Malaga's central station. Ms. Wildfire ended up in the cargo hold, which was a little nerve-wracking, and my bus driver was not exactly thrilled with the situation. I'll blame the Spanish-English miscommunication. Thankfully, a couple of kind co-passengers stepped in and assured me the connection was easy.

Standing at Malaga central station, I weighed my options. Train? Bus? Or just trust Ms. Wildfire? This is where European summers earn their reputation. Ample daylight, 31 kilometres, two hours. We cruised through Torremolinos and Benalmadena, and I treated myself to tapas and a glass of wine on arrival in Fuengirola. No regrets whatsoever.

“As it so often goes, the wrong turn led somewhere wonderful.”

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Books, Bowls & a Bruised Knee

The next morning called for another promenade loop and an acai berry bowl for breakfast. By this point in the trip, I had started bringing a book along to fill the quiet moments between rides. There is something genuinely lovely about pulling your bike up at a nice viewpoint and just reading for a bit. So much better than picking up your phone.

I did have a fall, I should mention. The weather had turned cloudy and drizzly, and taking a corner on wet tarmac, Ms. Wildfire lost her footing and down we went. She was absolutely fine, sound as a pound, but my knees took a knock. It was okay though. My main concern in that moment was sincerely hoping nobody had witnessed the whole thing.

What Malaga Taught Me

1. 01 Always bring a book on longer rides. Best companion going.
2. 02 Don't let language barriers intimidate you. Miscommunications happen and it's genuinely fine.
3. 03 The wrong bus was entirely my fault, but it gifted me one of my favourite rides of the whole trip.
4. 04 Slow down in the rain. Obvious, but worth the reminder.
5. 05 Pack a bandana for evening rides. Malaga in summer can still send a cold wind your way once the sun dips.

Route Recommendation

The Fuengirola promenade ride is a must, as is the stretch from Malaga centre towards Benalmadena. The cycle path is well-marked and cyclists are genuinely respected out there.

Malaga has well and truly won my heart. Don't skip it on a trip to Spain, and if you can spare a few hours for a bike ride, please do.

Adios & safe travels. — Sal, aboard Ms. Wildfire

Bike Trip Brompton Cycling Ronda Spain

Toulouse , The Canal du Midi affair .

France  /  Toulouse

Two Days,
One Canal,
and a Lot of Burrata

A Brompton's adventure through the Pink City and along the Canal du Midi

Ms. Wildfire Brompton Southern France

I arrived in Toulouse with zero preparation and, rather delightfully, a suite with a full living room to settle into. The only thing on my mind? Getting out for a ride before dinner.

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Landing in the Pink City

The accommodation was not the most luxurious in the world, but it had two things going for it: a central location and a proper living room to spread out in. A quick unpack, a snap of the panniers onto Ms. Wildfire, and off we went.

I had done absolutely no reading on which neighbourhoods were worth exploring. I still haven't sorted myself a quad-lock phone holder either, which makes navigation a particular kind of adventure. So we did what we always do: followed the cycle path, trusted the instinct, and ended up at a bridge. Honestly, it almost always works out.

Tip for Toulouse: Save your hotel's location before you head out and just wander from there. The cycle paths are well-marked, and cyclists are genuinely respected here. You will find your way.

Later that evening, I joined my colleagues for dinner. They had spent the afternoon on their phones, taking naps, the usual.

Meanwhile, Ms. Wildfire and I had already clocked some of the best bits of the city. I will say it plainly: without Wildfire, I would absolutely be rotting in my room too. She has a remarkable way of dragging me out into the world.

 

Day 2 — Canal du Midi

The next morning, while most of the group set off for a day split between Bordeaux and Toulouse, Ms. Wildfire and I had our sights on something far more specific: the Canal du Midi.

It is a 240 km canal running through southern France, built in the 17th century and still utterly breathtaking. You can jog it, walk it, cycle it, or drift along it by boat. And as always, the further I pedaled from the city, the more beautiful it became.

The further I cycled from the city, the more gorgeous the views became. It always happens that way.

The section I rode was completely flat, which makes for a wonderfully peaceful ride. No grinding climbs, no stressful descents, just the canal, the trees, and the sound of wheels on the path. I genuinely hope to come back and do the entire stretch someday.

A note on lunch: Restaurants along the canal are not conveniently clustered, so plan your timing accordingly. I was lucky to find one open and had the most wonderful burrata salad. I am a devoted burrata person and this one did not disappoint.

There are plenty of bicycle rentals around Toulouse, so there is no excuse not to get on a bike. A ride along the Canal du Midi should be the very first thing on your Toulouse itinerary, full stop.

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A Day Trip to Carcassonne

The weather on the third day had turned grey and, to be honest, my body had decided to make things a little inconvenient. So I put the bike away and joined the group for a day trip to Carcassonne instead.

It makes for a lovely half-day out. The old fortified city is striking, the food is excellent, and I had my first ever butter snails. They were genuinely delicious. Well, I was in France, and Toulouse is known for its gastronomy, so I probably should not have been surprised.

Until the next ride...

Toulouse is a wonderful city. Go. And whatever you do, do not skip the Canal du Midi.