Sunday 5th February - Lazy Sunday Afternoon
Sunday is the day of rest. Unless you are hovering dangerously in the lower reaches of you Duolingo league. D needs every spare minute today in the scramble to hold on to Diamond League status. But enough of this.
The boxy looking building at the bottom of the tower is now a Tourist Information Office and museum of traditional life. Even better it is free gratis so we enjoy our visit even more. R puts D on the spot by asking all sorts of technical questions about handloom weaving. I don't know how much you can recall of the early 1970s but that was when D was a Textiles Student, and for him the answer is not much.
Access to the roof of the building is permitted so we ascend to take in the sea breezes, which some of you may know as breejes. From our lofty perch we spot seabirds diving Gannet style into the sea to fish, but the are clearly not gannets and look more like terns to us. One for the bird book when we get back to base.
We return to the ground and find a cheerful beachside restaurant for lunch. The service is excellent and we are soon tucking into toasties with crinkle cut chips. When did you last see those?
We missed the shuttle home and had to fork out for a trip on the number 30 in time to spend a lazy Sunday afternoon doing nothing much. Tomorrow should be a bit more interesting as we are picking up a car for a few days.
We ease into the day with a leisurely start before strolling down to the reception building and the shuttle bus pick up point opposite. Blue skies and a light breeze cheer the soul. The shuttle bus is a big plus for the Cordial Green Golf Resort, even if it is shared with a few other resorts. Several times a day it runs down to Maspalomas lighthouse, and also does a couple of trips each morning into Playa del Ingles. The bus itself has seen better days but it turns up and is free. It heads past us in the wrong direction a few minutes after scheduled pick up time and then returns several minutes even later to collect us. At the lighthouse end of the trip it unloads right by the nature reserve and we get spoonbills again along with a rather splendid Grey Heron.
Today we head west, unlike Tuesday when we walked east across the dunes. There is a lively parade of bars and restaurants before we reach an open promenade dominated by a tall lighthouse.
The boxy looking building at the bottom of the tower is now a Tourist Information Office and museum of traditional life. Even better it is free gratis so we enjoy our visit even more. R puts D on the spot by asking all sorts of technical questions about handloom weaving. I don't know how much you can recall of the early 1970s but that was when D was a Textiles Student, and for him the answer is not much.
Access to the roof of the building is permitted so we ascend to take in the sea breezes, which some of you may know as breejes. From our lofty perch we spot seabirds diving Gannet style into the sea to fish, but the are clearly not gannets and look more like terns to us. One for the bird book when we get back to base.
We missed the shuttle home and had to fork out for a trip on the number 30 in time to spend a lazy Sunday afternoon doing nothing much. Tomorrow should be a bit more interesting as we are picking up a car for a few days.
Meanwhile, on the research front, today's tasting is of the Unidade Supermarket's special offer beer of the week, allegedly available at €0.33 for a 33cl can. Every time we visit the shelves are empty but today there are litre bottles at a stonking €1.38 per litre. Research can involve sacrifice so D takes this financial hit on the chin and forks out for a litre. Bad move.
Verdict: Insipid, smells like wet dog (says R). The shelf strippers are doing the rest of us a favour. Score : * (out of five)
STOP PRESS : D retains Diamond League status.
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