Tuesday, 27 October 2009

Still the London Trip

From Greenwich Observatory, I'm about to visit the Maritime Museum, just behind me. I notice too, the discredited banking capital at Canary Wharf in the distance. Pity its Sunday, or I would go and give them a piece of my mind. To help them to work up some more monkey business!

London Trip again

I think you can just about see me perched on the wingmirror of this rather fancy Red Cross Ambulance
I was able to get a lift in it to the aformentioned Dulwich Picture Gallery courtesy of my host's daughter's boyfriend. It is a completely different driving experience - seeing people give way courteously to you rather than carve you up - even without the blues and twos going. Parking's dead easy too - just stop anywhere -no-one gives you a ticket.

London Trip Part 2

A Canalletto ( spelling is not my strong point) in the Dulwich Picture gallery. Venice again.......... Must go there myself sometime.

The trip to London meant a journey of 512 miles there and back

Sunday, 25 October 2009

The Big One!


On top of El Teide, at 12,197 feet the highest mountain in Spain(!). Thankfully I was able to take the cable car most of the way and only needed to do the last 500 feet up to the top and the crater under my own steam, using the special pass I was able to get in Santa Cruz last week. I didn't much like the smell of bad eggs or the hot smoke coming out of the fumaroles, but I was reassured that there hasn't been a proper eruption here since 1909.


For the record, the round trip to Tenerife was 3,928 miles, I toured 399 miles by car while on the island and walked 44 miles, climbing 8,700 feet. Phew!

View from the top


Worth the climb for the views across Las Canadas and down to the Rocques de Garcia. But at 8,917 feet the air is thin and I am well out of puff.

Sunset view of Mount Guajara


The view from my hotel balcony towards Mount Guajara. Tomorrow we will be climbing the 2,630 feet up from the hotel to the top.

Making Friends


With the new friend I met near where we were staying in Garachico. The lava came down the mountain and through the town in 1706 and destroyed the harbour, which now consists of rock pools for bathing.