Teguise

Sunday is famous for big markets. Lanzarote is no different, holding a huge market each week in Teguise. People flock to the town from all over the Island... And we decided that it would be churlish not to conform.

Driving North we branched off into the mountains and made our way across the volcanic landscape to the old capitol. Passing tortured lava flows, huge ash fields, and numerous cones we joined the stream of cars converging on Teguise,

The whole town is taken over by the market. Every shop, every street, every café, and every open space. It was huge, and it was heaving. Stalls offered linen, leather, toys, denim, hats, sportswear, jewellery, souvenirs, clothes... You name it, and there was probably a stall.

After fighting through the throng for a while and examining a numberbof items, the Silver Vixen and Gorse Fox made their way back to the main square. One side of the square was lined with refreshment outlets and in the 26C heat were doing a good trade. As we shuffled along in the mass of humanity, Urban-cub called out. She and her new husband, Sir Lancinglot, were there sitting at a table tending foaming glasses of beer. We joined them and sat watching the world go by. Eventually, drinks finished, the four headed back into the market and round the squares, the streets and alleyways. The newleyweds decided to stick with us rather than get the coach back... So we made our way back to the car and decided on our next stopping point: Jameos del Agua (but more on that later).