We´re not beach people
It always looks very exotic when people go for (voluntary) walks in the desert.
Our appartment (with an 18 sqm balcony) has an excellent view of the ocean and the sand dunes of the Maspalomas desert. After having watched for 3 days how people seemed to really enjoy their lazy strolls in the sand we decided this was one of the things we needed to cross off our list of things we´ve done in Playa Del Ingles.
I wondered about foot wear, but as we were heading through the desert and to the beach I opted for flipflops.
The spot where we chose to leave the paved walkway and enter the desert had a little hill down, and then quite a big hill up, of sand, of course. There is no way of lazily and comfortably strolling up a big wall of sand. We probably should have thought twice about the whole project and turned back then, but we thought that once we´d managed the climb, it would be nice and down-hilly on the other side.
We made it to the top, not in style, but we made it.
Coming over the top of that dune we now entered the side of it that the sun was hitting - where the sun had been doing its work for hours and hours already.
One step - two step.
"The sand is a bit warmer here!"
Three step - four step.
"Damned this sand is hot!"
Five step - six step.
"What´s that smell?"
Seven step...
"Bloody hell, my toes are on fire!"
That last thing did not actually happen, my feet weren´t on fire, they just felt like they were.
We came down that hill stumbling, screaming, cursing - and not in any way lazily elegantly strolling - and at one point we just had to take a break...
So, there we were, stranded! in the Maspalomas desert; standing on our beach mats and wondering why this seemed such a good idea in the first place? NOW we considered turning back, but that would mean climbing back up the wall of fire, so we had to keep moving forward.
Somehow we made it to the beach and I lived to tell the tale.
As it turned out, we didn´t really enjoy the beach much either and have now decided we´re definitely NOT beach people, and aboslutely not when the beach is so huge it´s turned into a desert!!
Next story to come: Worst burger ever at El Corte Ingles in Las Palmas.
Our appartment (with an 18 sqm balcony) has an excellent view of the ocean and the sand dunes of the Maspalomas desert. After having watched for 3 days how people seemed to really enjoy their lazy strolls in the sand we decided this was one of the things we needed to cross off our list of things we´ve done in Playa Del Ingles.
I wondered about foot wear, but as we were heading through the desert and to the beach I opted for flipflops.
The spot where we chose to leave the paved walkway and enter the desert had a little hill down, and then quite a big hill up, of sand, of course. There is no way of lazily and comfortably strolling up a big wall of sand. We probably should have thought twice about the whole project and turned back then, but we thought that once we´d managed the climb, it would be nice and down-hilly on the other side.
We made it to the top, not in style, but we made it.
Coming over the top of that dune we now entered the side of it that the sun was hitting - where the sun had been doing its work for hours and hours already.
One step - two step.
"The sand is a bit warmer here!"
Three step - four step.
"Damned this sand is hot!"
Five step - six step.
"What´s that smell?"
Seven step...
"Bloody hell, my toes are on fire!"
That last thing did not actually happen, my feet weren´t on fire, they just felt like they were.
We came down that hill stumbling, screaming, cursing - and not in any way lazily elegantly strolling - and at one point we just had to take a break...
So, there we were, stranded! in the Maspalomas desert; standing on our beach mats and wondering why this seemed such a good idea in the first place? NOW we considered turning back, but that would mean climbing back up the wall of fire, so we had to keep moving forward.
Somehow we made it to the beach and I lived to tell the tale.
As it turned out, we didn´t really enjoy the beach much either and have now decided we´re definitely NOT beach people, and aboslutely not when the beach is so huge it´s turned into a desert!!
Next story to come: Worst burger ever at El Corte Ingles in Las Palmas.
posted by Lena M Bakke @ 11:27 AM
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