Old Mojácar: Ancient and Modern Visitors

The Mojácar tourist office is excited about the excavation of Old Mojácar. According to La Voz de Almería, our ambitious tourist councillor has asked the provincial representative of the Junta de Andalucía to drop by Mojácar '...saying "We will have that help" that he considers "very necessary" to continue with the evaluation of the historical remains and their consolidation to attract more visitors...'.
Ah yes, visitors.
Indeed, the town hall has spent so far 100,000€ of 'its own funds', as the MemoLab archaeologists from Granada, 'together with eighty volunteers' (from nine countries!) continue to excavate the beautiful and unique mountain in search of historical data.
The group has so far found '...the existence of the remains of numerous towers, a community bread oven, some animal remains, a mosque, houses and some stone balls, as well as geometric drawings...'.
Old Mojácar, with its evidently artificial pyramid shape, has to be a lot more than a small (and improbable) XII century settlement.
It was probably originally shaped and used as a temple by people from a far earlier time. Seven hundred years being but an instant in archaeology.
Mons Sacra (sacred mountain in Latin), gives rise to Muxacra (the Moorish name) and later Mojácar. The Romans were here twice as long ago, indeed a Roman coin found a few years back on the mountain comes from the time of Probus (276 -282AD).
But there's every likelihood that the mount is far older.
Currently, the suggestion is that Old Mojácar was a settlement. Perhaps it was, briefly - perhaps settlers took advantage of what they found there from earlier periods.
It has a few disadvantages though. There's not much space on top, and the sides are steep (annoying for peaceful purposes). While briefly defensible until the food and water runs out, there's no escape route, no spring, no place for the livestock to graze or crops to be planted, no trees for wood or fruit, and not much point either when the Sierra Cabrera with all of those attractions is just a brief kilometre away.

The argument that the aljibe, the water reservoir on the crest of the hill (pictured) was filled with water seems improbable. Either it came from rain water (and don't tell Galasa), or it was somehow transported up the steep hill. The estimated 160,000 litres the reservoir holds would be the equivalent of  twenty thousand Mercadona eight-litre bottles lugged up from elsewhere.
There's almost no reason, besides a spiritual one, why people would populate such a place, especially with the welcoming and safer hills close by.
But tourism is never about reality: its job is to sell fantasy. So, as we eviscerate our Holy Mountain, a few more souvenirs are sold in the shops, and Mojácar (who has never shown the slightest interest in its fascinating
history), presses another button.