On 20th June, I had an evening flight to Lanzarote for my post-exams, end-of-school holiday with two friends. It’s safe to say I was pretty excited; this was my first holiday without parents (I mean, I’ve been on school trips but you’ve still got teachers shimmying you around at that point). We just went for the week, Monday to Monday, but it was so much fun.
The sunset from the air was beautiful, as you can see, and we arrived at our hotel some time past midnight on Tuesday morning.
The first couple of days were pretty chill, just beach and pool days, reading, playing games; we got the shopping done (self-catering accommodation) and whatever else. Two of us rented a pedalo on the beach for an hour, which was amazingly fun. Here’s the view from the pedalo back at the shore from Playa Grande:
Thursday was a big day: we had a Grand Tour of the island. I’d only slept four hours the previous night, having been awake from about 1am to 5am, but – weirdly – I was still feeling pretty energetic. We were on a bus and ready to go by 9:15, and met a very nice woman from Belarus who currently lives in Moscow and was travelling on her own.
Funnily enough, on our trip round the Spanish island, we had a Belgian tour guide who was taking the tour in English and French.
On this tour we saw camels in abundance – there were literally hundreds of them – many volcanoes (dormant) and some geothermal experiments and lots round the Timanfaya National Park.
When we got back later that night, we stayed up to watch the first of the EU referendum results come in and went to bed. Of course, then, the following morning we spent a couple of hours watching the chaotic aftermath of the referendum’s results.
Come Saturday it was time for another excursion, this time to Fuerteventura, a neighbouring Canary Island. I’ve actually been here before, but only when I was four, so it wasn’t like it was familiar. We had a ferry trip there and back, only half an hour each way, and it was another coach tour.
At Fuerteventura, we stopped at an Aloe Vera cosmetics place, had some photo stops, lunch in a little village, went to another few places and learned a bit of the history of the island, and our last stop was at some sand dunes – after my exhausting field trip to sand dunes for my A Level course last March, it was a welcome relief to see these weren’t covered in bracken and heather.
On Sunday we went to the Rancho Texas park, which we’d seen online and thought would make a good place to spend some time. It was a pretty small zoo, but it was still a nice time. We watched a bird show and a sea lion show (I’m still not sure I approve of those) but it was nice to see some farm animals too. So British.
Our last day was pretty much like our first day, just a pool and relax day before we headed to the town for dinner and eventually the airport for another night flight back home. It was a pretty long travel all in all – we’d been up since 8am on Monday and I only arrived home just before 6am on Tuesday, having had no sleep in between. I fell asleep on the sofa just before my dad got up for work.
All in all, it was a great week. We got around a fair amount, though I’ve skated over some of the less interesting days for you, but I would recommend visiting the Canary Islands. The weather was beautiful the entire week, a welcome reprieve from the rain in the UK, and I know there was plenty more to do we didn’t even manage. Hope you like the photos!