After the excitement of the silver wedding celebrations Mr F
& I decided to retreat to our bolt hole in Gran Canaria. So on Saturday 14th
September after waking up to no electricity AGAIN and battling our way around
the car park known as the M25 we finally made it to Gatwick airport. No time
for our usual perusal of the duty free or a leisurely lunch and bottle of wine
which was a great shame as a Jamie’s Italian has opened up and we like Jamie's.
Never mind we did Jamie's grab & Go & soon we were aboard the flight.
Mr. F immediately went into Rip Van Winkle mode and I watch a film on MY ipad.
In what seemed a very short time, despite 1 suitcase being
on the wrong carousel, we were cruising down the motorway in a black Mercedes
(taxi) shades on. It was about 7pm and scorchio. Hurrah.
We have stayed at he H10 playa Melonereas about 8 or 9 times now and despite being an
H10 member, reception just check you in like a business trip. Hey ho.
We get to our room, which we chose and were immediately
disappointed it seemed so small. During dinner we decide that we have been thoroughly
spoilt with our choice of hotels recently and not to forget that this is our
cheap & cheerful holiday, just for chillin! We have a lovely dinner and
retire at 9.35.
Sunday morning arrives in all its sunny glory. Order of the
day – walk, buy provisions, breakfast, sunbed. This is very much the order of
the holiday.
We soon realise that our choice of room was the right
choice. Away from the crowds and with a select sea view, evening sunshine just
right with a G&T for sundowners.
By Wednesday we are nicely roasted and rested. It is Mr. F’s
birthday and I decide that as it is going to be a bit cloudy (still up in the mid
30’s temperature wise) we need some exercise. Maspalomas Dunes is a nature reserve & a haven
for birds. I have wanted to visit here for many years but have never got round to it. It is also a well known cruising place for men to meet men, and do
what those men do! Whilst I am in search of a great Grey Shrike they are in
search something completely different.
Well, forewarned is forearmed and all that. As we set off we
are not too concerned about it. However not long after entering the dunes we
encounter many lone men walking further in, most of them carry a rucksack,( binoculars
& a flask of tea?) Hmm I don’t think so.
The dunes are very beautiful and the wind blown sand makes
some photogenic shots.
We can see snake and lizard tracks in the sand, did not see a snake or lizard though.
We wander off the
main track, feeling a bit wary now. Soon Ian spy’s a bird so we stop & try
to identify it. Out of the corner of my eye I see a completely naked man, well
oiled, not a hair on his body and complete with red rucksack (Cup of tea anyone?) eyeing us up. Ian
moves closer to me. We continue to look at the birds. We are in a sort of circle with bushes all
around and a big clump in the middle on the other side another man appears, and
then another. Ian is now so close to me you cannot get a cigarette paper
between us. It is quite unnerving being surreptitiously eyed up, well I am sure
they were not interested in me but Mr. F was causing quite a stir.
We move on and are followed, we ignore them, and they soon
realise we are not here for the kind of action they are. Getting back on the
main walkway there are lots of gay man making their way to Maspalomas but very
different from the prowlers in the dunes. They seem to be of the G Michael
public toilet brigade. I have my own theory that most of them will have told
their wives they are off for a round of golf and that evening will be relating
stories, over a BBQ and glass of wine, to her indoors of a marvellous hole in
one! Not so far from the truth.
We escape from the dunes and walk back along the beach,
nudist beach that is. All I can say is a waxing parlour must be a lucrative business in GC along with intimate body piercing. Enough
excitement for Mr. F we head for the nearest beer establishment and quench our
thirst. Back to people watching on the promenade much more pleasant. Although
we did see 6 Sardinian Warblers amongst the wobblers in the Dunes.
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| Birthday lunch |
Back at the hotel Mr.
F has been left a bottle of cava on ice. Happy birthday from H10. Hic
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| Hoopoe |
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| Lunch & a drink before home |
Not much else to report, some nice wine, great food in the
hotel as always, nice relaxing time all over too soon.
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