Viernes Santo

A relaxing morning recovering from the excesses of the previous night. Today’s plan was to see the processions in Málaga that started around 5pm. Fearing that the traffic in and around Málaga would be chaotic we decided to head for the Limonar district and walk in from there. It is about a 25 minute walk to the town centre from here.

Arriving in town we headed down one of the major routes of all the processions, Calle Larios. In the square they set-up the main viewing stand for dignitaries and VIP’s. Monica wanted to see if she could glimpse Antonio Banderas who was in town for the processions. Alas, we didn’t see him.


Calle Larios.


The first procession.


Nice Easter treat.

Walking down Larios we soon encountered the first procession. We bought some ice cream and sat down and watched the procession go by. Some of the penitents were walking bare-foot. Others were blindfolded. We felt a little guilty enjoying our ice cream as they walked by.


View from the Grandstand.


Chasing the Trono.

We then headed in search of other processions. We tried to take a seat in one of the grandstands set-up in Alameda but were not allowed in. Apparently you needed a ticket. We tried to catch up with the procession further up Calle Larios to get a closer look of the Jesus Trono. We ended up taking a seat further up just as the procession was passing. We had a great view. As the trono of Mary arrived so did three Spanish women who waved tickets at us. Apparently we were in their seat. Amazingly, the thousands of wooden chairs that line the route, most empty, are reserved and you need a ticket to sit there.


Jesus being taken from the cross.


More penitents with different coloured hats.


The Roman Legion swing into town.

We headed back to Alameda, the massive avenue that runs parallel with the sea. Here we watched our last procession walk by. It was around 10:30pm. The processions were due to continue until 4am. We didn’t have the stamina to last until then so we headed back to the car.


Children collect wax balls to amuse themselves.


The body of Christ being carried away from the cross.

Sabado Santo - El paso de Riogordo

We visited the pueblo of Riogordo for the world famous “El paso”. This is an open-air theatre where the local population put on a special Easter performance. Various scenes from the bible are played out to an audience of thousands. It is performed each Easter on Good Friday and Saturday.

We set-off from Nerja at around 2pm and arrived within an hour. The expected problems with parking never materialised. We found a great spot next to the outdoor arena. We headed for the ticket office and bought our tickets for 8 Euro each. The performance started at 4:30pm. The weather looked a little iffy but we were hopeful that we would avoid the rains.

We headed into the pueblo to visit the church and have some tapas. The church was displaying the various tronos used for the Easter processions. Outside, more tourists and locals were arriving in the town, however not as many as I would have thought. The tapas bar we picked was busy enough. We settled down on the only empty table and ordered racións of calamares, pinchos de gambas y ternera. The food was excellent. Our bellies full, we headed towards the arena. Our spirits dampened slightly by the slight drizzle in the air.


Church in Riogordo.

We took our seats and surveyed the area and the sky. The “stage” was set on a hillside with various sets built. The odd local dressed in brightly coloured robes could be seen setting up for the play in the background. We anxiously looked at the sky for signs of rain. It was a strange mixture of white clouds, black clouds and blue sky. The wind was strong, the clouds moving quickly. One minute we thought we would be in for a soaking, the other we were basking in the brilliant warm sunshine.

The play started with a pass-by of all the actors. Around 450 local people make up the cast, all impressively dressed for the period. The PA system would introduce the main actors as they passed by, whilst the first Roman soldiers stood to attention, banging their drums to a military march. Looking around the area it looked like the weather had put-off many visitors. Half of the 6000 capacity arena seats were empty. It was like being at Boundary park.


The cast enter the stage.

The first scene was from the old testament, the sacrifice of Isaac. Naturally, the whole play is in Spanish so a little knowledge of the biblical stories is a great help. Even without this you can basically make out the story. Abraham is sat on the hill waiting for a message from God. God instructs him to offer his son, Isaac, as a sacrifice. He duly obliges, at first he does not tell Isaac the truth. However, Isaac is a bright kid and works out that something is the matter. Abraham crumbles and tells Isaac everything. Isaac understands and accepts his fate only for God to spare him. Abraham had proven is loyalty to God. Heavy stuff this bible!


Abraham takes Isaac to the mountain.

Other scenes are acted out are pictured below:


Jesus meets the samaritan woman.


The Sermon on the Mount.



Choosing the disciples (Judas was booed. Who leaked the plot?).


Jesus cures the blind man.


Jesus enters Jerusalem (Palm Sunday).


The last supper.


Judas betrays Jesus.


A guilt-ridden Judas hangs himself (Very spectacular).


Jesus taken to Pontius Pilate.


The carrying of the cross.


The crucifixion.

The play lasts for 3 hours that seemed to fly by when the sun was shinning, but a little uncomfortable with the threat of rain, the small rainfall and even hailstone. It was a great experience and well worth the 8 Euro entrance even if you can’t understand what is going on. This year they are putting on a special repeat during the night. “El Paso de Noche” will take place at 10pm on Friday 31st July and Saturday 1st August.

We left the arena whilst the actors were taking the applause of the crowd. Monica was a bit miffed but I wanted to escape the traffic, having been warned that you could be stuck for hours getting out of town. It turned out to be a great move, as the cast exit the arena and have to walk up the street that we had parked on. The whole cast passed by, including Jesus who said “Hola”. I wasn’t quick enough to ask for a photo, probably stunned by the miracle of the resurrection having just seen him crucified and his dead corpse carried away minutes earlier.


Meeting the cast on the street.

We had no problem getting to the road out of town. The Guardia Civil we present and stopping traffic turning right towards Málaga. That must be where the bottlenecks are. Great news for us, we were turning left toward Vinuela! We were back in Nerja within 50 minutes. A great day out!


Jueves Santo

The traditional Easter Thursday in Nerja. That is enjoying tapas and beer while watching the procession walk by and then on for some rock and roll at Cochran’s.

We met with two of the students at Quorum, Phillipe and Mikal, at La Piqueta on Calle Pintada. We settled down inside and waited for the procession. The procession passed by and I tried to take a few photos from the comfort of the bar. The others were more interested in the beer and tapas. The procession was different than the previous day as the Trono if Jesus was the one with him carrying the cross.


In La Piqueta.


The Procession from the Bar.


Jesus carrying the cross.

With the procession continuing up Calle Pintada we made a quick change of plans and headed in search of one of Phillipe’s friends who was playing in a band at a Teteria until midnight. We arrived at the Teteria on Calle Granada to find no live music. Phillipe didn’t realise that cosmopolitan Nerja has two Teteria’s, so we headed off to the other one on Calle Carabeo.


The back of the Procession.

This was the first time I had been to the Teteria and it was a pleasant surprise. The place doesn’t look much from the street. However, at the back there is a lovely terrace and the band was set-up and playing. It was a perfect setting for the bands style, sort of easy listening, acoustic style (I don’t know what to call it but it sounded good). The owner told us that they play every Saturday night from 10pm till Midnight. We made plans to return to catch the whole show.

Nice setting in the Terrace at the Teteria.

The band carried on playing past the midnight curfew as it was Easter and seemingly no local police were about to stop it. At around 1am they finished and we went to see what was happening at Cochran’s. Normally this place has good bands on. Tonight they had a solo Irish singer on. We didn’t really get chance to find out if he was any good as he did two songs and finished for the night. Disappointingly, the bar then played really crap disco music so we left.

We walked aimlessly around town looking for somewhere else but to no avail. We had a quick drink in the Temple Bar but there was no live music. After walking around town we gave up and headed home. Note to self, need to find a few more bars that have decent music after hours.


Miercoles Santo

Our first Easter procession of the season. We were invited out with the school for Tapas at the Hostal la ermita from where we could see the procession as it passed by the church in the plaza de la ermita.

The school reserved a table and I quickly ensured that I had a great view of the other attraction of the night, the tele to watch the Barca v Bayern Munich clash. Fran was not that far behind. Mari-Carmen announced that the next tapas night would be in places with no TV’s. Just for the women then!


Tapas with the school.

With the game over before half-time, attention turned to the procession. Where was it? It was close to 11pm before it crawled its way towards us. The trono of Jesus was carried by the men of Nerja. Most of them we recognised from the Gym. They performed a tricky manoeuvre to back up and turn around to face the trono of Mary, carried by the women of Nerja. As the tronos faced each other, a saeta was sung from the nearby balcony. A saeta is a traditional Andalucian song that expresses the pain and suffering felt. It was really emotional.


The front of the procession.


Jesus Trono.


Jesus on the way to meet with Mary as a Saeta is sung.


The women carrying the Mary Trono.

With the saeta sung and the rose petals thrown over the tronos, it was time for the procession to continue there journey back to the Balcon. When the last of the walkers passed it was time for us to find another bar. Tutti Frutti was quickly ruled out so we headed to El Molino for more flamenco.


The Tapas Crew.


Inside El Molino.

Pico del Cielo

Nerja in the Background.

Semana Santa en Nerja!


Crazy Mirrors.

Hazy views from the top.


Moutains behind Cielo.


Maroma in the distance.


Sierra Nevada in background.


The Granada side.




Sendero Pico del Cielo

Mount Cielo dominates the skyline of Nerja. It has been a long-standing desire of ours to reach the top. We have had a few practice walks in the area to prepare for the moment. We planned to do it on Sunday. Would we finally make it?

The day didn’t start off promising. Low cloud cover over the mountains meant you couldn’t even see the top of Capistrano never mind Cielo. Our back-up plan was to watch the Easter parade in Malaga and re-schedule the ascent for Good Friday. However, I clung to the hope that was given by one weather web-site that the cloud cover would lift. So, we set off on the path to Cielo at 10:45am.

Ready for the trek.

Our faith paid off really quickly. We spotted the peak of Cielo after 10 minutes as the cloud cover lifted and it was turning out to be a beautiful morning. Now the worry was that it might get too hot for us. That and the peak looked ominously distant. It took us an hour and fifteen minutes to reach the point where the sign for the walk was. We guessed that the peak was another 2 hours climb away.

Our first view of Cielo.

Still looks miles away.

The road gives way to a path that is narrow in places, and steep. This is certainly harder than the nice track we had followed up to this point. Monica would take her mind off the effort by stopping every so often to take pictures of the beautiful views and flowers we passed on the track. A slight problem struck 2 hours into the walk. Monica’s shoes fell apart at the sole. We found a nice spot to take a break while Monica made a quick pit stop for a fresh pair of tyres.

A quick change required.

Back on the track and we passed our first fellow hikers. Two Spanish guys were returning from the summit. Monica enquired how much further and they replied 45 minutes. Not that bad then! Monica was sure that they had under-estimated it. Another 10 minutes up the track and we reached a peak with fantastic views over the Granada side. La Herradura could be seen through the mist. The contrast between the two sides was unbelievable. The West Side is barren and rugged. The East Side is lush and more of a dramatic drop.

The East Side.

Another 10 minutes and Cielo was now clearly visible, but still looked quite a distance away. Monica seemed to have the same thoughts.
“45 minutes my arse!”.
The track was getting steeper and more difficult with every step. Some parts of the track are quiet steep and the terrain is loose gravel. Visions of sliding down the mountain entered my mind. Reassurance came in the strange form of a Spaniard racing down from the summit. He had two walking sticks and was using them as if he were skiing down the slope.
“Adios” as he went whizzing past us, oblivious to the conditions underfoot and the distinct possibility of taking a header of the edge.

At this point we were taking about 20 steps up and then stopping for a little rest. Monica was feeling it and was not convinced she would make it. The peak was close now. We were looking for the reassuring sign of the cross on top. If we could see that, we had almost made it. More reassurance came with a few more hikers passed us on their way down. “un poco mas”. Then we finally saw the cross, three and half-hours after starting our climb. We were almost there. No giving up now.

Finally, we can see the cross.

So, after 4 years of saying “one day”, and a 3 hour 45 minute hike up the mountain, we reached the summit of El Cielo. 1508 metres above sea level, of which we had climbed about 1100 metres. Monica shouted out with delight. We had done it! The ayuntamiento have put a sign up. I thought it would be along the lines of “Well done” or giving information on the height etc. The sign says “End of walk”. No shit sherlock!

We made it!

From the top you have great views of the coastline. The sky wasn’t as clear as we would have liked but you can see from Torre del Mar right up to Salobreña. To the north you can see the snow covered peaks of the Sierra Nevada. The cross points towards Nerja. Shamefully, it has been vandalised with a few mirrors smashed and grafitti scrawled on the back. We decided to leave our mark in more respectful manor. We built a cairn on the east side. Before leaving the summit, Monica pointed over to the west. Our next target “Maroma”, the table-top mountain that stands 2066 Metres. Maybe next year!

We were here!

Our descent back to the sendero starting point took an hour and a half. My legs had turned to jelly and it was my turn to think that I wouldn’t make it back to the car. We had a quick stop and continued down the mountain. An hour later we made it. A total of 6 and a half hours. Definitely deserve a beer or two now.