Friday 13th January 2012 To Tenerife 75miles + 15km hire car
We were up at 4 o’clock, having had not much sleep, and by 5.00am we were on our way to Gatwick for our 8.40 flight to Tenerife. It was still dark, of course, but the moon was shining brightly, and our journey to Gatwick was uneventful. After a really mild winter so far, last night had been cold, and the ground was very frosty.
We arrived at Gatwick North Terminal at 6.30, where our ‘meet and greet’ car parking service worked very well, and we were soon booking in. Despite all my apprehension, everything went smoothly. We had taken this opportunity to go away, as my next hospital appointment had been delayed (twice), and so we had a clear gap. We had enjoyed Christmas at Chantmarle with all of the family, and this would be a good start to the New Year.
Once through security, Adrian sorted out ‘transport’ for me to the departure lounge, and consequently I was transported by buggy vehicle, along with a few others, while he made the long trek. We were let onto the plane first, and then had a long wait while other people boarded. We had been given window seats, but unfortunately above the wing, so we couldn’t see that well.
It was a beautiful morning as we took off over the frosty fields, and then I got a glimpse of the coast with views of Chesil Bank and Portland, but after that it was just sea, and quite a bit of cloud, with just a brief view of Brittany. We dozed for much of the 4 hour flight, on this ‘no frills’ plane, where there was no food, no in-flight entertainment and no extras. We were glad to have brought sandwiches, as the prices and the content of the food on offer didn’t appeal to us! There was very little leg room, and although the crew were pleasant, it was a far cry from flying of old!
At 1 o’clock we were arriving at Tenerife – disappointingly in cloud, but at least it was warm (22°C). The scenery was very dry, as we had expected, but what we hadn’t expected was the long walk through the airport from the aircraft.
Once out, we had some trouble in finding the car hire firm representative, but when we had sorted that, we were driven by mini bus, along with several others, to our car hire place at nearby San Miguel Las Galletas. As we left the airport, we thought how like many others we had visited the scenery was – bougainvillea, oleanders, palms, cacti.
We were allocated our car, and then had an unintentional drive around the hills (blame it on the sat nav) to our apartment at San Miguel de Abona. Once we had located it, we couldn’t see how to get in, but fortunately for us, the lady proprietor appeared just in time, and greeted us and showed us around. It certainly appeared as attractive as the impression we had gained from the internet, being of ‘traditional Canarian style’. Armed with local information, we were shown our actual apartment, which certainly lived up to its expectations, being ‘rustic’, but roomy and attractive. It appeared just like the photos we had seen on the web.
We soon headed to our terrace, to enjoy a cup of tea, with our pleasant view over the attractive garden and beyond. The sun even came out. After we had organised ourselves a bit, we headed for the small swimming pool – another delight which surpassed its expectations. Set inside, but opening onto the gardens, it was warm & wonderful! I, especially, was so pleased to be able to enjoy a swim in such a pleasant situation.
We then drove down steeply into the small town of San Miguel, where we bought a delicious ‘French’ loaf from the bakers – Adrian had had to leave me as ‘hostage’, as he had forgotten the money, and had to get some from the adjacent bank! Opposite was a crummy supermarket, but we did buy some goods, and came back to enjoy ‘aperitifs’ of sherry and G&T with some of the lovely loaf.
We then emailed ‘our 4’ (we had just received a welcome and lovely email from Alice in Lake Tahoe) before walking across the road to the restaurant for a wonderfully pleasant and atmospheric meal. While Adrian tucked into a much longed-for steak, I enjoyed prawn & avocado. We supped a delightful jug of sangria, and some puny looking chips, which, after sending them back for a second ‘go’, tasted wonderful!
We walked back across the road to our place, having had a really good first day.
Saturday 14th January A seafood lunch 47km
We had both slept well, but as it was partly cloudy, we ate our breakfast inside.
By the time we had finished, it was 10 o’clock, the time that the pool supposedly opens – but we wonder if it is actually ever closed. The nice thing here is that there are no ‘don’t do this’ signs – in fact no signs or notices of any kind at all. We had a pleasant swim, and then it was time for coffee on the patio, so we didn’t leave until 11.30!
We had decided today to drive down to the fishing harbour of Los Obrigos, renowned for its seafood restaurants. We parked quite easily, and walked along the front, past the numerous restaurants, all with their menus outside, and many touting for business.
It was hard to know which to pick, but by the time we had reached the end of the harbour front, it had become really warm, so we had to walk back to the car to change into shorts (and a suntop for me).
We then drove down to the far end, and walked back to Vista Mar restaurant (imaginative name), which had advertised a platter of seafood to share for 25Euros.
We were taken to see the fine array of fish inside the restaurant, before settling at a table at the front, out of the now hot sun. There was a plate of seafood of various kinds – prawns, calamari, sardines, deep fried whitebait, baby squid and more. We were offered ‘Canarian potatoes’ – potatoes baked in very salty water, which forms a crust on the skins.
A glass of beer was the right thing to go with this, and the whole experience was very enjoyable.
Well fed, we walked back past the still active fishing harbour to the car, passing the pretty beds of pink balcon geraniums, and, more unusual for us, beds of poinsettias, which grow profusely here.
We drove along to El Medano – a place known for having the best beach on Tenerife. It had been a small fishing village, but is now drowned by holiday accommodation. We found a place to park, and walked down many steps to the beach, which didn’t look attractive to us with its black, volcanic sand. We joined the several groups of other people and lazed a while in the warmth, and had a paddle before attempting the many steps back up again!
We drove on further, and down to the actual harbour, where there were just a few fishing boats. We had a walk around, but saw no evidence of the many local markets that we had heard were held here at the weekend – maybe only in the morning, but we couldn’t see where they would have been.
We stopped to get some fuel as we now headed inland, taking a rural route through the parched hills to Granadillo. We stopped here to view the pleasant grey church with its white bell tower, and to look at a couple of restored streets – one involved a longish walk through the town in the pleasant afternoon temperature.
We now drove back to San Miguel, joining the way we had come yesterday. This time we stopped beside Barranco de la Orchilla – a deep gorge which the road crosses. There was no real place to view it from, and I found the traffic coming past quite unnerving.
We had wanted to stop at a supermarket, as we intended eating in tonight, but the only one we found open was the one we visited yesterday, so we had to make a return visit! At the bakers opposite, we bought a loaf and a delicious maple/pecan pastry, which we enjoyed on the patio when we got back. Then it was lovely to wash the black sand from our feet!
We ate a simple supper of delicious bread, and prawns with a very good (and cheap) wine. Afterwards we sat on the patio, listening to our music. We had a look at Orion in the sky before coming in at 10.40. It had been another great day.
Sunday 15th January Mt Teide in all its glory 131 km
We had both slept well again, and started the day with a good breakfast of bacon, egg and fried Canary potatoes, sitting on the terrace. It was partly cloudy again as we set off at 10.15, hoping that it would be clear as we ascended on the winding road towards Mt Teide. Before long we came to the small town of Vilaflor – the highest in Tenerife (and proudly the highest in Spain), and noted as being the end of the terraced farming, and the start of the pine forests. The terraces had in fact been of barren soil looking to us like gravel, but things must grow in them. We had seen lots of cacti, and also pretty pink blossom.
Now we came to the long-needled pine trees, and to several viewpoints. At the second one we stopped at, a rough looking gentleman spoke to us, and started telling us about his wares – local products, which he then proceeded to show us, from the back of his car. He gave us small samples of jam made from cacti and from mango, and a garlicky saffron relish, plus a local schnapps. We purchased a jar of ‘mango marmalade’ (the man had spoken to us in a rapid type of English), which had tasted good.
We now came into Mt Teide National Park, and the scenery became barren but grand, and everything looked magnificent with the now clear blue sky. We stopped at Boca Tauce viewpoint, where we looked out over both aa lava and pae pae lava, remembering our time in Hawaii, where the names come from. We had our coffee/tea here, but it was already busy, with locals.
Mt Teide from Boca Tauce
We next stopped at a viewpoint by ‘Zapato de la Reina’, (the queen’s shoe) named for the strangely shaped rock there.
Now we made our way to the cable car up the mountain. There were cars parked everywhere along the road, but we were able to park in a disabled space near the entrance. We discovered that it cost 25 euros each to ascend, but there didn’t appear to be a queue, so we sat on a nearby wall to eat our lunch before we ascended.
The cable cars hold a lot of people - we had wondered how I would cope with it all, and I certainly didn’t like it when we went over the connections, especially as I had nothing to hold on to, but I just loved all the different colours of the lava. When we alighted, things were a little difficult for me, what with the number of people, the rough terrain, and the thin air (at 3,555metres - 11,660 ft). We walked around a bit, but couldn’t contemplate any lengthy walks. Despite the sun, it was of course cool, (there was even snow lying on the ground) but we had luckily come prepared.
The caldera from near the summit of Mt Teide
On our return journey, I was able to stand by the window, and hold on to the rail. We were both really glad to have made the ascent, and revel in the stunning volcanic scenery.
Back in the car, we soon stopped beside the road to walk across to the lava flow. This we really enjoyed, as we were completely on our own, and the scenery was fantastic – photogenic grasses contrasting with the dramatic volcanic rock, with glimpses of glassy obsidian, reminding us of our times in USA.
Driving back along the road, we came to Roques de Garcia, where there were wonderfully strange ‘hoodoo’ type rock formations. Although we didn’t do the whole walk, we viewed the rocks from many different viewpoints, the colours looking fantastic with the peak of Mt Teide up behind, against the clear blue sky. The sun was really warm here.
When we reached Boca Tauce, we took the road which went northwards, and then west. Initially we drove over the fields of lava – sometimes the road was just made of flattened lava. We stopped by the view to Teide Viejo (the former summit), and then by Samara Volcano, where fir trees, often in bright green, contrasted with the dark lava. Often the lava was in other wonderful colours too.
The road now became straight and smooth as we descended continually, and finally reached the terraced strips again, and the cacti and the blossom. We drove past the pleasant town of Tamaimo, and from here took a continually winding road down to the coast at Puerto de Santiago and Los Gigantes.
This latter is named after the tremendously tall, sheer cliffs, which were certainly dramatic. However, the spread of the tourist accommodation was unimaginable, and filled us with absolute horror. A different sight was the beige coloured ‘blocks’, which turned out to be hessian covered cages. (We found later that they grew bananas in these cages).
We now followed the coast road south, driving around pleasant San Juan, which was still Spanish looking, but didn’t appear to have a beach, just volcanic rock.
We passed more unbelievable development as we joined the motorway south, and then took a good road back to San Miguel, stopping at a viewpoint just beforehand. We got back at 6 o’clock – just time for a quick swim before making a hasty supper of prawns, frankfurters, and the last of the Canarian potatoes, made into a salad. It was cooler tonight as we sat on the patio with our glass of wine afterwards, but it had been another fantastic day.
Monday 16th January The long and (very) winding road 183km
We looked out to a clear blue sky this morning, so it was breakfast on the patio, including the excellent mango jam.
Afterwards we drove down into San Miguel to the other supermarket, but sadly found that it was even more crummy than the first one!
We came back and enjoyed a swim before having coffee on the patio. At 11.30 we left and drove eastwards on the road which winds continually along the hills several miles in from the coast. The first part we had driven on our way back from El Medano on Saturday. We noticed more of the levadas like we had seen before, and wondered at the harsh life that people had eked out over past centuries.
We were looking out for a church at the town of Arico, mentioned in our book. The trouble was, there were several towns making up ‘Arico’ – Arico Viejo, Arico Nuovo, and Vila de Arico, each many winding miles from the other. On our trail, we drove up a recently resurfaced road which wound up into the hills before stopping abruptly. Soon afterwards we stopped for lunch at a barbecue area with lots of picnic tables – a village gathering place it would seem – picnic places don’t seem to exist here. Unfortunately it was too windy to be pleasant for me.
It was after this that we came to the church of Arico – it didn’t seem to be in Arico Nuovo, as our book said, anyway. And – Arico Nuovo (New Arico) is the oldest part!!! After all this confusion, I was glad to leave.
The church at Arico with its own Dragon Tree
We continued along many more miles of constant bends to Guimar. There are pyramids here which Thor Heyerdal has linked to others in the southern hemisphere, showing that ancient people had crossed the Pacific and Atlantic Oceans. I’m not sure about his theory, but we didn’t get to the pyramids anyway, as the signs that we had been following suddenly seemed to stop. We took a road zigzagging inland now, climbing high into the mountains, and back into the lovely pine forests. We had been driving through constant Canarian villages, but now there was no habitation at all. High in the mountains, we took the road going eastwards, stopping soon at a viewpoint, where everything was obliterated by mist below. While we were there, the mist suddenly lifted, and we had beautiful views, including a different view of Mt Teide, and what we think might have been the island of La Palma.
Mt Teide above the cloud
At La Esperanza we followed a narrow but busy road to rejoin the road TF28 of earlier, in order to travel south westwards towards Candelaria.
Here we left the constantly winding road, and drove through the town to the vast basilica – a place of pilgrimage because of its statue of Mary, about which there is a legend. Candelaria was an unexpectedly lovely Spanish town, still very much a fishing place. We were able to park right by the basilica, and briefly walk inside to see the statue of the virgin. A priest was saying mass, although there were only a couple of people there.
Outside was a large square, and along the sea front statues of former Guanche (aboriginal) chiefs.
One of the Guanche chief statues at Candelaria
Now we joined the excellent ‘Autopista del Sur’, which zoomed us back in a fraction of the time we had spent this morning on the mountain road. We diverted briefly to drive into the pleasant town of Poris, and then it was on to the turn off to San Miguel. Here we stopped and finally found Lidl, which we had seen advertised, but it wasn’t a brilliant shop – and even they didn’t have any butter, so we had to stop at the original supermarket in San Miguel. By now it was dark, and late. We arrived back tired, and well ready for supper!
Tuesday 17th January The Teno Hills 184 km
It was a lovely morning – a bit chilly at first. We left at 9.15 to travel to the north west of the island. We started by following the road through the hills which we had come along the other day, joining the motorway to travel north as far as it went – the next section is almost completed, but not soon enough for us!
As we drove up the coast, we were aware of the island of Gomera out to sea, and wondered why we hadn’t seen it the other day. When we came back in the evening, we realised that because of the angle of the sun, it isn’t obvious then.
Looking down to Masca
We now took mountain roads to Santiago del Teide, and then a road of continual hairpins to the village of Masca. Until the 1960s, this village was only accessible by mule track. Now there is a narrow and very challenging road.
We stopped at the first viewpoint, where the views were staggering, looking down into the almost vertical valley, and then out to sea and on to Gomera. It was really windy, so we had coffee/tea sitting in the car, with the wonderfully dramatic view before us. We now followed the amazingly steep and winding road to Masca, which can still only be reached by footpath from the crowded parking area. Too busy and steep for me to attempt, we had to sadly give walking into Masca a miss.
The road out of the gorge was easier, as we climbed up past the village of Portelas, where the landscape became decidedly greener, and we saw some cloud. The north of the island gets rain, whereas the south rarely does.
Looking back to Masca
We continued past the town of Buenavista, taking the road west to Punta de Teno, the most westerly point of the island. There were signs in several languages saying that the road was closed because of possible landslides, and drivers proceeded at their own risk. The signs had been there a long time, and everybody disregarded them, as we did! We first had to pass through a long, narrow section of road works, before travelling along the spectacular road, which went through two tunnels – roughly hewn so that it was like being in a cave. The road was far above the sea, with vertical rocks both above and below.
There were a lot of cars parked near the point. We joined them, and attempted to have our lunch sitting outside on a low wall, but it was too windy for me. There were views down past the sheer cliffs of Los Gigantes, right to the town of that name. We proceeded to walk on to the lighthouse, but again this was an ordeal for me because of the strong wind. We felt a sprinkling of moisture on us, which must have come from some far away clouds. When we reached the lighthouse, you could not access it – the roadway was barred by a gate.
We returned to the car, and drove back along the dramatic road to Buenavista. Here we diverted to Playa de las Arenas, but the tide was in, and so the only bit of beach was of rough volcanic rock – and it was still windy, so no attraction for us.
A bit further along we came to the coastal town of Garachico. This charming place had been engulfed by volcanic eruptions in 1706, but had been rebuilt on the peninsula formed by the lava. Before then it had been an important trading port.
We visited the small castle of San Miguel, which stood at the water’s edge, and had survived the eruption.
We entered the castle for 1 euro each. Inside was a small badly lit display in Spanish telling of different wildlife and of local history. We were pleased to find that by climbing up some steps, we could look out from the top to superb views around the town. A rainbow out to sea added to the beauty.
From the roof of Garachico Castle
Below were pools made by the volcanic lava flow. Although this area was mostly barricaded off, we found a way through, like many others had, and viewed the interesting pools.
We walked up to the attractive town square, with the church of Santa Ana beside it, and a lovely little circular park surrounding the original town gate.
The original town gate at Garachico
Now we drove the short distance on a road beside the sea, and passing through a tunnel, to the town of Icod. This town’s claim to fame is its ancient dragon tree, (Dracaena draco) previously thought to be between one & two thousand years old. Its date cannot be calculated by growth rings, as it doesn’t have any. We were fortunately able to park close by, disregarding the man trying to show us a parking spot, no doubt for money. What was even better, there was a public loo here – very rare on Tenerife, in fact the first we had seen. The park area beside the tree was again delightful, with an ancient church and exotic plants and large trees of all sorts. We walked around here, and along the nearby lanes, surrounded by attractive buildings.
The Dragon tree at Icod
Driving back out of the town proved a bit difficult, but we were soon climbing up, up up into the mountains (in fact we went straight up for a mile in first gear!) for our return journey, firstly to Santiago del Teide and soon onto the motorway. It was almost 6.30 when we got back, feeling pretty exhausted. Time for a relaxing swim in the delightful pool before going across to the restaurant ‘El Portillo’. We both chose fish tonight – Adrian’s sole, and mine just ‘fish’ but served with potatoes and insipid veg’s. We had ordered a plate of the pale chips again and a half jug of sangria.
Both feeling tired, it was time for an early night, but it had been another great day.
Wednesday 18th A short walk in the mountains 43 kms
This we had planned as our ‘lazy day’, so were disappointed that, although sunny, it was unbearably windy, so our idea of having a barbecue seemed dashed.
Before lunch (including tinned sardines) we had our usual delicious swim in the beautifully warm pool,
At 2.30 we left to drive up into the mountains behind us. We turned off the TF28 at El Roque and drove for several more miles to the end of the road at Ifonche. From here one could walk to Barranca del inferno – THE walk to do, but not possible for me. We did walk a short way along the path, which became rough and uneven. Still, it was nice to be amongst the pine trees and away from any noise. Nearby we made a second walk on the way to Vilaflor walking downhill, and then afterwards back up again of course. Once more we enjoyed the solitude and the warm sun – it wasn’t windy here.
Back at the car, we continued through the mountains, making a ‘circular’ drive, and ending by driving along TF 28 again. In San Miguel, Adrian tried both supermarkets for barbecue stuff, but no luck. It was quite cool and windy when we got back anyway, which didn’t make it seem so bad.
After supper we read through the diary and photos of this trip, then played yahtzee and looked at old photos on the computer.
Thursday 19th January The Anaga Hills 283 km
It was a lovely morning for our last full day on Tenerife. We left at 8.40 to explore the Anaga Hills at the north eastern end of the island. We drove down out of the hills to reach the autopista at San Isidro, stopping with difficulty at a bakers shop – but it was closed!
We drove along the autopista to Santa Cruz, and then on to Playa de las Teresitas. The lovely beach here is made up of pale coloured sand, transported from the Sahara. It really did look lovely in the early morning, with just a scattering of mostly ‘oldies’ walking along the beach. We joined them, and I paddled along the shore. Fringed with palm trees, and with tall mountains up behind, it looked very attractive. Tucked into the hillside was the white and terracotta village of San Andres. It looked delightful, but didn’t offer the bakers that we wanted when we drove through it.
We began ascending the hills to drive along high up to the village of Iguesta, stopping for a wonderful view back down to the coast. Iguesta appeared to be just a normal little town, situated at the end of the road, with the houses straddling either side of the gorge, in which the villagers still grow a variety of crops.
We walked up steps and along narrow alleys, and past a little chapel. It made me think of Robin Hood’s Bay. We stopped to have our tea/coffee sitting on the wall above the gorge, in hot sunshine. We now had to drive back into Santa Cruz to get petrol, as there were no petrol stations on the route we were travelling.
We returned to San Andres with petrol in the tank – but we never did get any bread. We now wound up and up into the Anaga hills, stopping at a viewpoint back to San Andres and Santa Cruz. It felt very remote up here – a far cry from all the tourist conglomeration. Also it was very green, with trees and shrubs of all sorts, and a variety of yellow flowers.
At El Bailadero we wound on even further to the scattering of houses at Chamorga.
There was a tiny chapel here, surrounded by a small paved area, with football goals at either side. There were also a couple of benches, so this seemed a good place to have our lunch. We still had no bread, but made a good lunch with rice cakes and Tuc biscuits and other goodies.
We now had to return along the mountain road to El Bailadero, (and then had to descend for a short way back the way we had come to enter a tunnel under El Bailadero), to drive north on a steep and winding road, with houses far below. We drove past the mountainside village of Taganana, then when we finally reached the sea, we went eastwards on a road cut into the vertical cliffs to the end of the road at Benijo. (3 ‘ends of roads’ today!)
Looking back along the north coast from near Benijo
We now retraced our steps, then wound our way to la Laguna, where we joined the Autopista Del Norte as far as Puerto Cruz. Here we took the winding road up the Orotava Valley, eventually coming toMt Teide, and the route we had taken the other day. It had become really cool now (2°C !).
Magnificent Mt Teide again
We reached San Miguel at 6.45, and made straight for the pool, where we had a reviving swim before I cooked a quick supper of cheese and pasta, enjoyed with a nice bottle of bubbly, celebrating this wonderful week away.
Friday 20th January Home again 38 km
A disappointedly grey and windy morning for our last day, so we had to have breakfast inside, after Adrian had gone to buy some bread! We did have our tea/coffee on the patio although it was cool, and then went for a last swim in the wonderful pool.
We then went back to our apartment to pack up, and Adrian went back down to the pool to take a photograph. He met the proprietress, and asked if we could vacate our place a little later than the 12.00 stated time. He was surprised at her reaction of ‘no, it must be 12.00, the rooms have to be cleaned before the next clients arrive’. It was now 11.45, and we still had lots to do, so it was a bit of a rush! At least we’d had our swim!
It was in fact nearer 12.30 when we left. The lady said a polite goodbye, but appeared rather cold, as if she was on to the next lot of visitors! Anyway we’d had a lovely time, and the apartment had been great.
We’d intended having lunch at the restaurant opposite – I’d made up baguette sandwiches for ‘tea’, on the plane. This idea was thwarted though, as the restaurant was closed! (The place along the road, which the lady said had sold cakes - not bread though – was open for the first time, but we didn’t need it now!)
Adrian waiting for lunch at Charco del Pino
We had thought of driving down to somewhere on the coast, and so began making our way, initially driving through the small town of Charco del Pino. Here we passed a little eating place, and decided to stop for lunch. We sat outside in the warm sun, with pretty pots of geraniums beside us. It was a simple little place, and we ordered just a margherita pizza. The people didn’t really speak English, but explained to Adrian that it would be 25 minutes as the oven had to heat up. We thought this OK, as we had plenty of time. In fact the lady came and said that it would be a bit longer. When we’d arrived, a man had been noisily repairing the coffee machine. One or two locals were around, including a ‘simpleton’, who hung around all the time waving his arms about – people just seemed to accept him. When our pizza did arrive, it was excellent – very thin, which we like – and on a large plate, but with no implements at all – we ate it with our fingers! Great, but rather messy! Thank goodness for serviettes, and for the baby wipes which Adrian had got at Gatwick as he couldn’t find wet wipes.
It was too late now to drive up the coast to the place I’d suggested, so we thought that we’d drive to a coastal area near the airport, although I knew that it was just a tourist area. We drove down, crossing the motorway, and then wished that we hadn’t, as the queue of cars coming back was enormous. Nevertheless, we continued to the coast, but didn’t actually see it through all the buildings, and then had an anxious time trying to race back to Orlando car hire through the traffic jam.
All was well – we got to the car hire place at 2.30 but then had to wait a long time for the courtesy bus. Once at the airport, we had a long wait to book in, and were almost the last to arrive. As the plane was again not full, we were given window seats together, but the window was mostly behind us. As there wasn’t a lot to see, and got dark fairly soon, it didn’t really matter. All had gone well at the airport- I managed ‘security’ OK, and there wasn’t far to walk to the plane.
The flight was uneventful. We arrived at Gatwick just before 9 o’clock. When we got our bags, Adrian found that some of the gin had leaked from his bottle, making his bag smell rather boozy! We had real trouble finding our way to the ‘meet and greet’ pick up point as there were all sorts of building works blocking our way, but once reunited with ‘wyz’, we were on our way home, arriving just after 11.00pm. We’d had a really great time.