23 km north east, high above the holiday resort of Benidorm lies the mountain top fortress of El Castells de Guadalest. A Muslim fortress from the 11th century.
Setting off from our campsite on our next adventure. We drove along the coast for a while and then turned inland and began the long upward climb. Passing the coffee stop from our last trip we turned off the main carriageway onto a smaller winding road. The sun, high in the sky, with a slight haze all the while teasing us - keeping our destination just out of sight.
We swooped left and right, through tight hairpin bends, still climbing ever higher looking out over the craggy mountains and verdant valleys.
Speeding past remote fincas, the road became quiet of traffic and I rolled down the window to snap a few photos. This may go some way toward explaining my dishevelled hair style! More and more orange groves, plus an alarming number of lycra clad cyclists whizzed past - fortunately most heading downward as there precious few overtaking opportunities.
As we climbed ever higher Justin pointed out where we were heading and suddenly it emerged - looking like a distant stone spiked edifice atop a peak, off to our right. We were unable to make any great detail, but it looked foreboding and impressive. As we rounded a corner a layby appeared, so Justin pulled in and I sent Ian out to capture the shot… this was our destination ( I know it was the title shot too, but who wouldn’t want to see this view more than once?) That little craggy rock at the left of the picture is Guadalest.
Arriving we found a parking spot (for only 2 Euro!), and headed off on foot to investigate. As you arrive you find yourself in a small modern square replete with cafes and souvenir shops. In one corner a narrow walkway leads up towards the ancient village.
Capitalising on the fortress history, the shops have some remarkable objects for sale. These are not the run of the mill tourist souvenirs. I can’t see them getting through security for those travelling by air, and hand luggage only travellers have no chance!! Despite the fact we are traveling by land, Ian wasn’t keen to purchase a sword, although some small purchases were made, Don Quixote and the impressive bladed collections remained in Guadalest for some other traveller to acquire.
Leaving the shops you find yourself on a small plateau overlooking the valley towards the sea. A few steps later and you circle round to the natural stone entrance to the fortified castle area. Sorry Jamie, it isn’t the most flattering photo, but it is the only one I got!
Popping out of the tunnel you find the 18th century parish church of Ntra. Sra. de la Asunción to the right and several museums leading you even further up the mountain.
Before you know it, you find yourself a small square on an even higher plateau. Guided by Justin and Jamie we made our way to the wall on the right of the square. And there it was, the rich turquoise waters of the reservoir that supplies water to the La Marina Baixa region. The years of drought have taken their toll, the levels are low, but it remains absolutely stunning.
Clambering up onto the rocks you can see an almost 360 view of the valley. Terraces, homes, the reservoir, and the only remaining tower from the 11th century La Alcozaina castle.
It turns out we took the scenic route (which we were very thankful for);and there is also a much larger and faster route up, so if anyone wants to visit in their van, you can, as you can see! Surprisingly about 190 people live up here -I suppose a decent road helps them out a lot.
We didn’t visit the museums, several weren't open as it is early in the season, but we did have the most wonderful time wandering around taking in the view and I managed to squeeze in a delicious ice cream - inexplicably nobody else wanted one!
As we departed, leaving through the stone archway again I felt a calm serenity, the air was fresh, clean and cool, the sun shone brightly, Guadalest had left its mark. Thank you Justin and Jamie for the most magical of days.