Maspalomas

According to the papers the day before, the Crown Prince of Spain was getting married that day. Unlike him, I had no demands on my time. I would have liked to sleep in, but the later I left, the hotter it would be at Maspalomas.

First I caught a bus to the guagua (same word as in Cuba) station then a bus 30 to Maspalomas. Horrible tourism apartments around there, no architectural imagination at all.

The service terminated at the lighthouse. I got off and walked east over the sand "around the corner" towards Playa del Inglés.

It was a walk of about 4 km according to the map and judging by the time I took, but I wanted to see the whole length of the beach, cross a lagoon or two and clamber over a few dunes.

It was hard work climbing the dunes because sand gives underfoot, wasting energy but I got a good view from the top.

The dunes are an artifact of the prevailing winds and rainfall pattern. Quite a contrast to the lush north. You wouldn't think you were still on the same island.

It was a nude bathing beach, but unfortunately the nude people were not shapely and the shapely people were not nude.

I must have looked odd and out of place in my slacks. I made a note to add shorts to my packing list next time.

When I reached Playa del Inglés, the walk had made me hungry so I filled up with a buffet lunch. Surrounding the beach were heaps of commercial establishments with advertisements in multiple languages.

The rest of the day will be in the next post as there are many pictures.