Well mother of all fuckers, I knew I would come down with Phils cold and I did with vengeance on Wednesday morning at 4am. If I am honest, I had felt a little bit run down for a few days before, especially on Tuesday when I had to cut my run short and was in a gripey, short tempered mood all the way from lunch time until we arrived at the grot hotel in Birmingham. Its my own fault, I cannot in any way blame Phil, I have been a bit lackadaisicalal in taking my honegar and organic cyder vinegar and also I haven't been great at my 5 a day, so much have I been focussing on Phil's healthy diet that I forget about my own well being. But oh boy, did I feel shit on the flight on Wednesday morning; thank goodness we just about had time to stock up on flu drugs from Boots before boarding the flight to Gran Caneria but even then, in spite of the drugs, I was just the sort of person in flight that I would want to avoid. A sore throat, a bunged up nose and sneezing every 10 seconds, not the sort of person you'd want to be sat next to for 4 hours hey. Certainly not great company for Phil; the flight was boring, the transfer was long and painful but Koala apartments weren't disappointing and are just as the trip advisor reviews, cheap and cheerful. Whilst trekking in India, we have certainly stayed in far worse, so Koala is a real luxury for us even though it does have a kitchen in a cupboard.
When we checked in yesterday afternoon, I quickly unpacked, we found a cheap place for lunch and a nearby supermarket for some urgent supplies then it was back to the apartment for a shower and then early to bed. Phil went down to reception this morning (Thursday) to post the blog that he'd penned on arrival but had problems so he aborted his attempt and came back home and we caught the half nine bus down to the Maspalmoas sand dunes. We'd read in the guide book that it was a great walk over the sand dunes down to Playa de San Agustin. I have to say, that to start with, the skies were grey and overcast and I was glad of my M&S cardigan but 3 hours later, we were hot, thirsty as we had no water and in desperate need of a cash machine. In the end we had to turn back and ended up Playa des Ingles, a 12 kilometre walk in all, taking 3 hours and we were desperate for a cold beer and lunch.
We ended up in a shopping mall in some over priced, beautiful but somewhat touristy clinical bistro overlooking the sea. We paid over the top for a chateau brianned and a decent bottle of red but it was exquisite and certainly worth the indulgence, after all you only live the once. Both Phil and I were sleepy afterwards, Phil from the wine and me from the Beechams drugs so we hopped into a taxi and got back home for less than five euros. Once back, Phil took to his bed and I went to the sunbeds by the pool where I admit I had 40 or 50 winks. Once again it was a shower and another early night.
I do feel better today, thank goodness, the cotton wool that seems to have stuffed my head seems to have lifted so I can think clearly again. I know I said that we were going to try to do without hiring a car or a bike but I have changed my mind. Whilst the Koala Garden Apartment suites are fine, the location isn't great and I can't bear to be without our independence. We are amongst a touristy, rip off environment mostly catering for the Germans and I for one, need to escape. I need to see the caves and the people that are living in them, I need to eat some genuine Spanish tapas, I yearn for calamaris and I simply must sample those salty potatoes, I think they call then papus arrungadas, crinkled potatoes served with a mojo sauce, yummy.
Yes there is lots I want to do. I know I said this was meant to be a relaxing holiday but I am not a girl that can sit still. I used to be, but not any more. I am really liking our apartment which has proved good value for money but it's miles away from anywhere. We must hire us some wheels so we can really get to see the island. For now, Adios Mon Amigo. More from me Manana!
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