Parking in Cosat Adeje, SV+GF walked down to the promenade and headed off along the Geranium Walk. This is a walk we had done many times before, but the deeply etched coastline is always worth a visit. The winds were bringing in some large waves and these were crashing spectacularly against the outcrops.
We stopped at a beach bar at El Duque for a coffee, and sat and watched the world wander by. This brought a number of observations:
- There are some very ugly people about - they should be more considerate and stay indoors watching TV
- Evidently few people have heard of Sun Protection - a long procession of "lobster-people" walked painfully by.
- Evidently the rule about not taking kids out of school during term-time doesn't count up north (probably a special rule brought in by John Prescott)
- There are some people that just should not be allowed to travel and certainly shouldn't be allowed to breed.
- Elderley German women seem to get dressed up to go to the beach - and even wear their jewellery
The walk continued round from to cove to cove until we got to the end of the promenade at La Caleta. We stood and watched as the tide shuffled the rocks in the little harbour and then turned to head back. A restaurant beckoned us for lunch - it was one we had seen being built last year, and commented on its prime location - so we stopped. The food was good and nicely presented, though the prices were a little steep; the waiters occasionally condescended to stop talking to each other long enough to take our order or serve the food. The Maitre D' looked as if he should be carrying a violin case, and kept the odd horse's head out back for stroppy customers. Not a place the Gorse Fox would recommend as he believes it is the service, as much as the food, that makes a restaurant.
By late afternoon we had returned to the bungalow to sit in the late afternoon sun and devour a few more pages of the odd book.
[File under: Diary]
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