So this is our last day of our holiday here in Maspalomas and I am ashamed to say that is has, been yet again another serene, gentle one. I didn’t wake up until 8am after a 12 hour sleep and only then did I stir because Phil jumped in my bed beside me. He’d been awake since 5am and was bored of reading his book I think. Bless him; after breakfast the genius in him awoke and he said he needed to work some more on his book. That was fine by me, after a quick wash and change I headed out into the nearby complex apartment blocks in search of some fiction. It’s pointless in our complex, all of the paperbacks are in German but no worries, after half an hour of in and out of complex blocks pretending to be a guest thankfully I stumbled across a good selection of books in a nearby reception. It saved the day because I can read 5 books a day and I’m on a 4 hour flight tomorrow so that’s at least 3 books and more if we are delayed.
As I said before, today certainly wasn’t strenuous but then again, none of our days here in Gran Canaria have been so why change the scenario for one’s last day, it wouldn’t make sense. After my book hunt and an hour sunbathing by the pool, I made Phil stop his writing and we got a taxi to the Rambo Shopping centre in Playa De Ingles where I picked up a couple of cartons of L&B fags, one for Sue and one for HH. We then walked down through the town and onto the boulevard by the sand dunes. I quite fancied some tapas but Phil spotted another Chinese, cheap as chips buffet, 6.95 euros per head and I have to say the food looked good. As I said the other day, buffet grub is not a good option for Phil, but under my careful inspection he was quite good and well, who am I to deny him on his last day and his last supper. The restaurant was immaculate, the view across the dunes and down to the ocean was lovely and the service was really good. I didn’t fill my boots but I ate enough to suffice and after an hour or so we were on our way, walking to the end of the path.
Last time we did this walk we headed in land onto roads and paths and it took an age to get back to the lighthouse. This time, Phil begged me to walk across the sand dunes and I duly complied, however 30 minutes in, I realised what a bad idea this was. It was middle of the day heat, we had no water and we made the mistake of walking amongst the dunes and the wild bushes rather than head down towards the sea. Bad idea, the sand was so hot I couldn’t walk without my ballet pumps which was difficult, given that they were laden with sand. But what was worse, was that we didn’t realise that the sand dunes were a haven attraction for nude gay men. We must have seen over a hundred. This freaked Phil just a little, he is just a scaredy cat sometimes. What fascinated me most, was the amount of middle aged men that were walking around with a hat and a vest but with no pants with their dingly bits dangling, actually some weren’t dangling they were erect. Now I am no prude, I can understand ‘en natural’ but why the vest, the hat and the rucksack. We saw two young men having sex and poor Phil, by this time, was nearly hyperventilating! I thinks what was worse, were the fully dressed middle aged blokes spying on the young blokes in the bushes. Yuk, a bit freaky and I admit, even I was glad to make it to the ocean by Palm Beach hotel, albeit one and a half hours later. It was a hot walk in more ways than one!
Luckily we were just in time, with only seconds to spare, to catch the free shuttle bus back to Koala apartments. I can’t quite believe this is our last day and in fact our last evening, time seems to have flown. Whilst trekking through the dunes we both said that we couldn’t remember the last time we came away on holiday without hiring either a bike or a car. We certainly haven’t been that adventurous on this trip and I can only apologise if this blog has been a little flat. But then in saying that, Phil said just last night, that he had really relaxed this week and had enjoyed have a ‘normal holiday’ so maybe I take back my apology; the main thing is that he has had a good week away and my most important objection has been achieved. Given everything, it was really important to me, that Phil had a nice holiday. It doesn’t matter for me so much but still, I have had a good time, in spite of my heavy cold. Tomorrow we get the transfer pick up at 10am in readiness for a 12.20 pm flight back home. So it will be Goodbye Gran Canarias, we’ve seen, we’ve done but I don’t think we’ve really conquered. No, we haven’t that is for sure, but what we have done, we have enjoyed, and you can’t say better than that. I don’t believe you can judge an island if you don’t venture far from your complex but we’ve enjoyed seeing the southern tip of GC and hopefully there will be other opportunities to come back in the future. For now, I must shove stuff the dirty washing into my back pack and get ready for departure tomorrow. Adios mon amigo, see you soon, back in the UK. Just keep your fingers crossed we’re not delayed. All being well, Phil is hoping we arrive back just in time for me to drop him off for his weekly rendezvous with the Wednesday night boys. See, some things never change and that’s just fine by me.
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