Its always a strange feeling when you change countries.
This morning we were speeding along the A68 to avoid rush hour traffic, heading for the airport - it seems like a different world.... now, a few hours later, we are sitting on a terrace in a small place called Tindaya - north Fuerteventura drinking beer and eating crisps thinking about which of the two completely non touristy bars to eat in later - this is Spanish time and no one even leaves the house before 9.00 by which time I will be ready to eat a scabby horse!!

Below our gaff for the next few days is a studio belonging to a local artist who looks to do something quite exciting with animal skulls.. worth further investigation when we've found our bearings.... we had a walk round the village completely forgetting the whole siesta scenario so the village supermercado wasn't open yet but we did manage to find a couple of beers in the local 'corner' shop... Tindaya is a tiny place well off the beaten track - suits us fine...
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