…When you’re busy making other plans.
3rd May 2016
After a hectic night in the tent, with the dogs, Geoff and mum (Along with the ants crawling beneath me!), we woke from our slumbers to the sound of the bird song echoing through the camp site, this was just as the sheepdogs in the farm down the street had shut up for the night!
We ate egg and bacon for our breakfast, cooked by mother using the single ring burner, wonky stove, and had some coffee. Last night was my first time camping and our first time on the road trip so far, and I am loving it!
After getting dressed and washing up the metal pots and pans, Geoff and I went to see what there was to do in the in the surrounding area.
There was horse riding, bike treks and today a special festival was taking place in the not to far city of Granada. However, we did not feel like a festival because of the amount of them we had visited in Tenerife, these Spaniards sure know how to fiesta!! We had seen one in Santa Cruz, which was a copy of the one in Rio, and we had seen one in the small and quiet village of Adeje, were they were reenacting the Easter story. Mum said that for some reason there seemed to be an English celebration every night in downtown Adeje!! ( Upper Tenerife….)
In the end it turned out that everything would be quiet because the celebrations were happening, so we went on a long walk with the dogs, through the farms and foothills and into the small village of Guanjer Sierra.
After half an hour, we decided to stop for a drink on the outskirts of a town but before we could reach the cafe, we had to battle our way through a herd of goats and sheep.Vodka was barking like mad because she didn’t know what else to do and because its what she does best and Asena wasn’t bothered and was still traumatized after being set upon by one of the herding dog pack, which mother sent on its way by raising her hackles and growling at it!
When we eventually reached the cafe’, there was a display of a bull ring, a Matador cloake and some pictures of people on horseback, chasing the bulls through the fields, we think this was part of the festival, but really couldnt make much out, because it was all written in foreign… Go figure!
Back on our journey on the look out for a “town” we somehow entered an industrial area were the baa’s of sheep and the moo’s of cows could be heard for miles. Again Vodka insisted on practising what she does best!
Eventually we reached a road going past a reservoir, where we turned back towards the camp site, because of the heat and the lack of anything resembling a cafe.
Mini golf in the afternoon, a few lengths of the campsites pool, which was freezing and fed from the snow melt, straight off the mountains, dinner in the Las Lomas restaraunt and then back to fight with the ants and mosquitos!
I reckon I’m a veritable Bear Grylls right now, after surviving two days in the backwoods without a wash!! ( only joking!! )