I was quite sad to leave mainland Spain today. Almost felt unreal as it seems so long I have been there looking at the mountains. But it has to be done, if only for a short time.
The flight to Tenerife was quite straightforward..Vueling seem to bypass all the flaff, they sent me my boarding pass 6 months ago when I booked..unlike Ryan air who won't let you have it unless you book ie pay for, a seat. There was some...entertainment from the Spanish in the flight..for one they love 'half wheeling' in queues- I don't know the word for it in common parlance so the cycling equivalent will have to do...it's when the person behind comes forward on your side so they are not behind and not infront it annoys me as much on the bike as it does on my two feet. I did the very English thing and glared at them to myself. Then on the plane none could seem to sit in the right seats. It's really not hard eh? Look at your boarding pass find seat number, find seat and sit in it. But no. It was like musical chairs for the 20min before take off. I was nice I gave up my seat so a man could sit next to his family..although after watching the games around me I had a sudden fear that I had swapped for a seat that wasn't actually his to start with. If you can keep a low profile on a plain that's what I was trying to do until we took off.
Aside from boarding passes I had no idea about this flight...how long it would take or anything. Nor had I checked about timezones! Basic stiff and I had no idea. Ah well it would be a surprise at the other end. Which actually was as smooth as getting there. My bag was the first out, shortly followed by my bike. Out to the main hall where a taxi info man found me. I like taxi info men! He gave me some maps of the island and found me a taxi that would take my bike then sent me on my way. All lovely and straightforward complete contrast to the aggressive taxi drivers I had encountered that first day in Malaga.
My first thought on Tenerife is it is more colourful than Spain..thé houses are painted a whole range of hues giving it a much more vibrant feel. The second was that the mountains to the north looked huge and ragged..almost like sharks teeth. Slightly kicking myself that I had suggested the north mountains tomorrow. Am actually really glad that there are low clouds ..if I could see Tiebe I think I would probably run away. Contacted my friend who had arrived from the UK and was headed straight to our accomo for the rest of the week. Mr Fresh Legs had already put his bike together and was going to go out for a spin. Me on the otherhand was putting off getting on the bike til the last min. Knackered old mare that I am.
So Santa Cruz de Tenerife...funny pace. Not exactly picturesque as it is a working town, but the more you wander around it the more you see it's subtle charm. While by the sea, the coast is a port and so the main center is actually set back a bit. Couple of things stick in my mind...three oilrigs right by the port. At least one was a working one. Never seen an oilrig before let alone one so close to land. The other was the auditorium. Absolutely amazing building. Very reminisce of the Valencian modern architecture but in such a functional area it stands out more. All lovely archs and curves and made of white shiney material that swimmers when the sun came out. Weirdly fitting though it is so out of place.
Tonights plans -eat lots. Time to return to cycling eating..