Leaving Las Palmas in the glow of dusk.
I find that it is always interesting to walk around foreign places. You see things you haven’t seen before – architecture, art, plants, flowers, animals and people.
Travel expands the mind.
Sitting in a warm place, sipping a beer and talking to the locals. Experience is what life is all about.
It was warm and pleasant as we walked around Las Palmas. I enjoy looking at the architecture, the art, the people and beauty.
Me peering from the bows as we nose in
Inside the church
Butterflies, cacti and dragon trees
The volcanic caldera
View from the volcano
Christopher Columbus’s house
After the Bay of Biscay the weather iproved, the sea calmed and they unlashed us from the mast!
They even took the metal plates off our two port-holes so we could see the sea and the sky.
I took position at the bows. We were heading for the Canaries. I watched for flocks of small yellow birds and listened for tweeting. It was impossible to hear over the throb of the deisel engine and splash of the swell.
The breeze was warm.
It was early morning when we nosed into the Canaries – a great volcanic island with exotic cacti, flowers and butterflies. Las Palmas was old and a bit decrepid. We headed off for the small pictureque towns and up the volcano where we peered into the caldera and took in the views over the island. We walked through the botanical gardens hunting dragon trees and butterflies. The birds hid.
Then we went back down to Las Palmas and had a cool beer.
Felt pretty good. People were friendly.
But Brazil beckoned; we had to get back on board and head off towards Cape Verde and beyond!
This was just the appetiser.