The Víboras River, the old Commandery of Calatrava de Víboras and the Víboras Castle owe their name to an ancient Ibero-Roman city that existed in what we now know as Las Casillas. The Iberian City of Bora was found located on a nearby hill called Cerro de San Cristóbal, which unfortunately has suffered plunder for many centuries .A number of coins minted between the 2nd and 1st centuries BC have emerged from this hill, in which a bull is represented with the legend BORA. It is linked to numerous nearby necropolises that, after the arrival of the Romans, were included in the territories of the Colonia Augusta Gemella Tuccitana and that, if they were excavated one day, would place this small town in a prominent place in Andalusian archaeology.It is believed that the name of Víboras comes from a hispanicization of Bi-bora, as these locations could be called, although other scholars suggest that this name comes from the Arabic Bab al Bora or Puerta de Bora. Part of the rich archaeological heritage was submerged under the waters of the Las Casillas Reservoir where we headed.

It also offers magnificent possibilities for attracting tourism and water sports, as long as the swamp is made navigable, which would undoubtedly boost the tourism sector in the area.One of the best attractions of this place is the landscape. The sunsets are impressive, the sunlight reflected in the water, together with the silhouette of the town, that of the castle, the leafy surrounding mountains and the birdlife living there, form a beautiful picture that is surprising that it is not famous or well-known.Route through Rural Martos: Las Casillas de Martos, in the footsteps of Bora.


Spring is already approaching, a bit strange after the warm winter we have endured this year and the countryside begins to wake up little by little (although perhaps it was not even taking a nap) while human beings become much more active and we are escaping from our homes where we have been taking refuge from both the rain and the cold.Sporting, cultural, and environmental events begin to reappear and once again, we look at mother nature seeking to escape the monotony of our cities and towns, noise and traffic, seeking to return to what we were, those animals that a few thousand years ago they began to discover the planet they were on.

Thus, without realizing it, we become little discoverers of our environment every time we go out to our fields in search of adventure. Our centuries-old paths always hold some surprise for those who are looking for it. Surprises in the form of asparagus, mushrooms, hundred-year -old bridges, archaeological remains or panoramic views.Hiking, cycling, paragliding, fishing and a wide range of other clubs burst forth with calendars full of activities on these dates and invite us to discover our surroundings as a group, sometimes filling small rural towns with life where almost nothing ever happens . , as they say.

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