Archive for September, 2011

23 Sep 2011

A month in Gomera – now time for Gambia – or ..

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Puddles everywhere, wet ones too, persistent rain with undertones of dull and gloom are certainly not words to describe Gomera. It’s a very spiritual place with many people coming out to try and find if their inner self will resonate with the quartz left over from when Atlantis descended into the depths…. or something like that. I didn’t see anyone vibrate but people here are happy and it rubs off.

The sailing round here has been fantastic with constant winds produced by the vast valleys. Met some great people, the oddest being cave dwelling hippies who squeezed out their previous dinners into plastic bags then throw the bag into the ocean …. lovely!!! … a protected floating surprise that lands right back on the beach again.

I have had lots of people onboard for the usual day sails, a backpacker who missed the ferry,  three Airport transfers to Tenerife (you don’t want to stay there more than a day, it’s the pits). Photo’s make more sense than me:

 

23 Sep 2011

El Cedro – 6 hour one way walk 1200m climb

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El Cedro is paradise, it’s located a good hour or two by car from San Sabastian. There is a sailing school CanarySail.com with 5 boats in the marina, they are always busy and having seen the rest of the Canaries they certainly have the best spot …. through them I met a Dutch guy who wanted to hire a car and and explore the island … and so started my love affair.

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We arrived in El Cedro having driven through lush dense forests with thick mist providing the overture, one that sadly didn’t climax in the earth vibrating to the footsteps of a chasing Tyrannosaurus. Where there was a break in the cloud the sight that greeted us was quite spectacular.

P1000951.JPG In El Cedro is a little camp site and restaurant, they pick the water cress every morning and make the best soup for 3EU or if you’r in the mood you can eat the sacrificial goat the non existent dinosaur didn’t devour for a humble 6eu. I ended up going there 5 times either with the local ex pats or hitch hiking. I stayed over night in the Campsite for a few days after Roberto lent me a 22 year old Norwegian sleeping bag, the lady who runs the restaurant became very friendly when she saw my enthusiasm for her food and gave me little treats for my hikes.

Everyone in the campsite was German and quite astonished when I turned up with just a sleeping bag sans tent, hiking boots, a free tourist map and clearly lacking common sense.  Didn’t take long to win them over and we drank the place dry, turned down the offer for a place in their tents and woke up to a great view of doves flying in and out of cloud cover.

 

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