Almost and Island tour

I think we have overcompensated after all our excitement and gone the other way.  We enjoyed our half chicken, chips and salad so much on our first day that we were back there again today.  Likewise, Claire enjoyed her spaghetti with garlic and chili so much that I had to do it again last night.  Trouble is, we cannot find any fresh chili’s to buy so we bought those little hot ones and it really makes your nose run.  Last night Claire's kept dripping into her spaghetti and wine.  Yesterday we decided to have a drive to the West around the coast as the furthest that we have even been that way is to Puerto del Morgen.  Bad start, I noticed that someone must have scrapped our car getting out overnight.  Upon further inspection it was a white car.

Once we got to Mogan the motorway ends and its mountain roads all the way.  Very slow going and we were almost out of petrol and began to panic as the light came on then a symbol on the dashboard and it started to make a piping noise.  We had to make a detour to a town to get petrol and we just made it in time; the car cut out and we rolled into the forecourt by the pump.

It was very slow going around the mountains but we eventually got back to the seashore at a place called Puerto de la Aldea where we parked up and stopped for lunch because it had taken us so long.

It was a small but quite pretty little place and we checked out all the restaurants before choosing one.

We chose the three plate meal of the day and Claire had tuna salad while I tried the chicken soup.  They first brought out lovely fresh bread and home made aioli which was one of the strongest and therefore the best I have had.  Starters were wonderful and we both went for the chicken and chips which is exactly what we got; no more no less.  Very good value for money and they also let you have a coffee or ice cream and a half carafe of wine with your meal.  What better value could you get for €7.50 each?

The meal was scuppered because we discovered when we got back that we had a flat tyre.  When I got the tools and spare out, it was crap tools and one of those very small tyre’s that looks like it came off your younger brothers cart.  I decided that it still had some air in and we would try and get back to a petrol station that Claire had noticed just down the road.  It was further than we though but no harm done so I put more air in than the other tyre had in it and off we set.

Instead of carrying on we headed home going the same way back as we had come.  Not a very successful trip all in all (except for lunch).

This morning Claire didn’t fancy another drive (understandably) and wanted to walk along the beach to Maspalomas to see all the naked men.  She got more than she bargained for as there are so many people doing that long hard walk now you have to keep moving side to side to miss them and end up going twice as far.  Also there are far more naked men along the beach than there used to be.  Claire stumbled and accidentally bumped into one and touched his bits.  He looked disappointed that it hadn't been me.

The walk just goes on forever and sometimes the going is tough because the sand is soft, sometimes too many pebbles and occasionally you have to walk by the sea and get wet.  Once I had got my feet wet I found the going much harder as my feet were slipping around in my shoes so much.

We finally got to the town knackered and hungry and it was already lunch time so we sat down ordered some beers and looked at the menu.  The prices are so much higher than at Playa del Ingles.  They wanted €9.40 for a ham omelet.  We just had the beers and looked for the town without success.  We walked past the lighthouse and all the posh jewelry shops but the prices seemed to go up rather than down.

In the end Claire wanted to catch the bus back to our place but we couldn't even find the bus shelter.  We ended up getting a taxi back home to our beach and getting the half chicken and chips from the same place again.

Following our long walk back to the hotel it was getting on for 3pm and we were pooped.  Claire has gone to the pool to read her book while I do this blog.  Sorry its a bit rushed, I am looking forward to finishing my current book off and starting my new one called, “In the beginning was the worm (the secret life of a tiny hermaphrodite)” by Andrew Brown.  Sounds right up my street and if he were to come out with us on a Wednesday night we would probably call him Andrew Worm.