To Trevelez through the murk and on to Granada

All the wind over the past few days has whiped up a huge ammount of dust. It feels like half the Saharah is hanging in the sky, visibility is 2km at best. Quite a change from the clear blue skys we had travelling down.
We left Irene's parents to pick up some local olive oil under the low grey sky, it feels very muggy and we are sad to leave.
As we drove down towards Granada we passed the Mini-Hollywood wild west village and rodeo show, they filmed a number of westerns in the area. Even knowing it's strange to see a collection of teepees pitched on a hill above a small frontier town while crusing through Spain.
The route i had planned out was supposed to take 2:20 according to google, this was at a moderate 60kph, not something you can easily do in a fully laiden car around hairpin bends. I had stopped at the top of one particularly fun ladder to take some pictures when we realised we where two and a half hours into drive and way behind schedual.

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I had had a huge amount of fun on the roads but the heat and dust was getting to me. Susan was having less fun being thrown around the hairpins. It's at times like this you realise how taking a direct route can be so much easier. We eventually rolled into Trevelez at 16:30 nearly two hours later than planned, not good for a lunch stop. Still we got out and had a brief wander around the place before finding a restaurant still serving. Trevelez is renound for its air cured hams and just about every shop front was packed with pigs legs proudly displaying their certification of origin. It's good stuff, we sampled a plate at the restaurant (their own apparently). It would have been nice to have more time to wander the less crowded streets away from the main tourist drag but time was pressing and we had to move on.
The trip down into Granada was much easier (no silly detours to find hairpin ladders) by this time the sun was starting to set but the murk completely hid the sunset.