Some more quiet days relaxing in and near the apartment. Continuing the running/walking training, along the costal path, nicely paved underfoot but a little undulating.
Went to Garden Marquesa, a privately owned botanical garden, that is obviously the place for your wedding reception in Gran Canaria, as there is a large structure in the grounds surrounded by trees, and places staged for the “perfect” wedding photos.(benches, little bridges -all a little bit twee).
Visited Las Palmas cathedral and the covered Market.
Lunched at the local cookery/hospitality school restaurant, run by the students. 3 course meal including a drink for 9 euro (£7.50) plus the entertainment of the students working, you can’t go wrong.
On Saturday, we took Nic’s parents back to the airport to fly home, we had had a lovely two weeks with them.
At the airport, Rog was accosted by an elderly UK couple trying to deal with the UK Passenger Locator Forms (PLF), they had already missed one easyjet flight home, and had been trying to get a Ryanair flight, family in the UK had completed the UK PLF, but they were struggling with the technology and not able to get the form onto their phone. Rog sorted that out, but by then the Ryanair flight had closed and they were unable to buy a ticket for that, so they planned to get a hotel for the night and try again in the morning, hopefully they will have got themselves sorted !
Sunday, we packed up, loaded the car and drove to Maspalomas for lunch, and to collect the keys for our next place in the mountains.
Maspalomas – what an eye opener! a cross between las Vegas and Blackpool in the Sun, some strange buildings including s shopping centre with copies of the leaning tower of Piza the Eiffel tower, the Brandenburg gates etc etc …. Quite amazingly tacky. However the sand dunes were impressive.
We collected the keys and headed into the mountains, on an amazing road – lots of climbing, lots of switchbacks, a narrow road in places, with lots of cyclists and motorbikes coming the other way, neither of us can remember driving such an impressive mountain road before, it ended with a single track road to our home for the next two weeks … a cave. “Not a nasty, dirty, wet hole, filled with ends of worms and an ozzy smell, nor yet a dry bare sandy hole with nothing in it to sit down on or eat: it was a hobbit-hole, and that means comfort.” – Sorry Rog is reading The Hobbit again !
Travurple 