Pootling about

Breakfast entertainment was speculating about the intriguing number of men who dont seem to have wives or girlfriends and appear in the restaurant with different men. Last night we were fascinated by the youngish asian American with older brit who were having the most stilted conversation - in any other hotel you would have assumed a work trip. Then this morning, a bloke we’d briefly chatted to earlier in the week , when he was with an older bloke we called swarthy appeared at breakfast with a younger msn with badly dyed blond hair.
Anyhow after breakfast entertainment we headed back into Playa Blanca but via the direct road parallel to the coast route. Hazy and cool at first but then the sun burned through the calima and it was hot again. Out as far as the ferry port then back onthe coastal walkway with a pause to stare at crabs and keep our ice cream intake up to target.

Back to the hotel to collect more water and the car key and we headed off to El Golfo. This is a green lagoon caused by algae that like the sulphur rich water trapped in the lagoon. It is bordered by a black sand beach with a lava tube. We pottered there ( and Sam paddled) before heading off to the salt pans.

But then we were distracted by signs for Yaiza - apparently the prettiest village in Lanzarote. We drove through but didn’t stop as it was nice ( the prettiest roundabouts at either end of the village) but didn’t seem to invite exploration.

Back to the salt pans - which looked pretty mechanical industrial compared to Slovenia and Malta so we didnt stop but instead drove on to Los Hervideros. This was reached by a partially closed road (sink hole - unsurprising given the terrain) which made it an out and back. It was another ribbon of tarmac across a lumpy field, behind us were volcanic hills, ahead the ocean.
Los Hervideros was spectacular, crashing blue seas, black basalt columns, arches and holes you could hear the sea pounding in.
Eventually we had wandered all over and decided it was time to head back for our evening swim.
Swim time was as bracing as ever but because the calima has passed the sun was out properly - air temp was lower but the sun warmed you if floating / swimming on the surface. We were much entertained by a bloke Sam described as a chicken drumstick and I thought looked like jerky in white trunks. He kept posing in adonis poses and then spent the time walking the length of playa dorada kicking the rocks at the end when he turned. Made us practically hysterical!
Eventually time to get out if we wanted to be in before the dinner rush . After amusing ourselves with Sam’s attempts to remove her rash shirt we finally headed back a quick shower and down for dinner.
No sign of the changing bloke configurations but we did find ourselves next to s couple that went snd loaded their table with copious quantities of food, starters, cooling mains, desserts and cheese before hoovering the lot up in double quick time.
After a quick hyper dino and then trains and bedRead more