Fuertaventura: Day 4
We…
- got up at 7.30.
- were at breakfast by 7.50.
- finished eating by 8.05.
- were on the road by 8.15.
- were off the road by 9.
On our way out, we passed this.
It gives new meaning to the term “trailer park.”
Made our way out to the light house at the edge of the island,
drove out along the coastline,
and came upon this little building.
We couldn’t figure out what it was from a distance, but as you can clearly see, it’s another light house - there’s a minuscule light on the top right. It’s solar powered, so someone only checks on it occasionally, but evidently it was worth “paving” the road.
Oh, and there were sheep instead of goats on this side of the island. (They didn’t respond in kind as the goats did when I “baa”ed at them. Maybe it sounded like “meh” to them. Or maybe I only speak Goat.)
Although the beaches were very different, it was quite beautiful.
(If you want to see a wave crashing against the rock where you see the little spray in this picture, go here and click through them quickly. It doesn’t do it justice to post the individual pics.)
as was the terrain.
It went abruptly from sand to rock.
And like that, we were off of the map…
and headed down roads that don’t exist.
There are places I should have taken pictures, but couldn’t because I was hanging on to the “oh shit” handle as though I’d coined the term. Aaron was amazing, though. He got us through some interesting spots (like when the car see-sawed as the weight shifted from the right rear wheel to the left front wheel…and we weren’t moving forward) and we only turned around once.
And I was SO glad we did. Had we gone on, I was fully prepared to stop A and secure our belongings (read: my camera) before we headed down the hill that would have made the insurance on the Jimmy worth it. I can guarantee we would have rolled that sucker had we attempted it.
We cruised on back to the other side of the island and drove down into one of the valleys to find another quiet beach.
It was here that I found the only proof of life I’d seen in the water the entire trip.
I guess it IS a little chilly.
And with that, I was done. Everything was starting to look the same.
So, we…
- arrived back at the hotel by 11.10.
- packed, checked out, and returned Jimmy at 12.10.
- hit the road to Puerto del Rosario at 12.25.
- got to the airport at 1.30.
- were on our flight at 2.45.
- spent 2.5 hours in the Madrid airport because they wouldn’t let us fly stand-by.
- boarded our flight at 7.50.
- arrived in London at 10.30
- got home around 11.30.
As A was getting ready to take his parents back to their hotel, I heard something outside, so I went out and saw two guys beating each other up against the fence that surrounds the school across the street. I made A come back inside and he called the cops while Greg and I watched from behind the hedge. I came in, but Greg saw them eventually calm down and then walk into the house next to the school. Evidently they were pals - really drunk pals - and they live together…in our neighborhood.
Great. Now we’ve called the cops on our neighbors. Lovely.
By the time A got back from taking his parents, the cops were everywhere. At that point, we knew the fight was over and we didn’t really want to send them over to the neighbors’ house, so when they asked which way the fighters went, A simply pointed in the direction they had walked to get to their house and the cops took off.
Ah the power of answering ONLY the question you were asked.
Yeah, so this talent is one of many that make him an excellent lawyer. But, it certainly doesn’t make it any easier for me to get information from the man without playing 50 questions.
Really. Absolutely no elaboration. NONE.
