Costa Teguise

To that Lanzarote. Fine and sunny and warm but blimey, what wind. Not a place for cycling, I’d say.
As it was, we just explored the neighbourhood which is standard white blocks, the usual identical Spar shops, beach shops, sports bars.. but in the middle a very pleasantly designed little Plaza - Plaza Pueblo Marinero, by the hand of one César Manrique. And there we did tuck into Tapas before arriving back at the hotel where there was some muy autentico entertainment from someone who looked like a spaceman. We’d all to raise our hands in the air and sing “Viva Las Vegas.” After that number he looked ruefully at the semi-engaged elderly audience, “if you think I’m shit, wait till you see what’s on tomorrow night.” He was terrific.