Life Is What Happens…

…When you’re busy making other plans.

John Lennon

 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!! )

4th May 2016
TROGLODYTE LIFE
The “sierras” do seem to go on forever. As far as the eye can see there are barren, rugged mountains and crags, interspersed with hardy groves, probably of almonds or olives.
The weather has changed today, yesterday the air was still and the sun hot, today a wind blew which rustled through the leaves of the trees at the campsite, making it sound like rain against the canvas of the tent. The wind blows chilly today although the sun is hot and there is snow forecast for Thursday and Friday and weekend, the snow which was on the mountain tops when we arrived on Monday almost seemed to disappear in an afternoon, but a seniorita  in the office today was confident that it was bound to return.
I think we landed lucky with the weather and am pleased we are heading south with the sun and ahead of the rain.
The fascinating thing on the journey today, was the appearance of the Sierra cave houses!
Far more common than I anticipated, it appeared that – although travelling by at some speed – there were large communities made up with these troglodyte style houses etched into the sandstone!
Some were villas with grand frontages, others ramshackle with tarpaulins as porches. They popped up remote and individually as well as within their communities. It’s made me more determined than ever to visit Cappadocia now in Turkey…..with time to spend there and stay in the cave hotels that there are there. (There are a lot of “there” there’s, there!)
Back in the Sierras, meanwhile and Mum wants one, a big one.
A big , huge cave house – She wants to do it up with luxury boutique style rooms, chandeliers,cushions who knows, maybe a bit of rag rolling, ( hey! Why not!?.) and have a ranch business running alongside the guest house, with horses and cattle, then people could come on holiday and live in style in caves whilst releasing their inner cowboy.
Beans around the campfire in the evening and galloping over the farmers baby olive trees during the day! I’m sure the locals would love this idea!
its been a lot of driving today through a great big sandpit, basically! Probably about 320 miles…. But seemed like more.
We arrived and parked securely at the Hotel and are just about to hit the beach! Its a bit bloomin cold here!

Author: adventurerintrainingblog

I am a 14 year old boy and live and am home schooled by my parents aboard our 45 foot sailing yacht which we sail from Turkey. I have travelled through/ across Europe by road, several times now, and have also driven into the heart of Turkey, visiting Konya, Cappadocia and many other places. You can read about both of these experiences on the blog... However, at the moment you can read about our life aboard our yacht in Turkey during the winter... I hope you can come along for the ride, then sail along with me as I blog my sailing adventures for next year!

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