Someone slept well |
We checked in very easily, all the Jet2 desks were open and manned and there was no queue, in fact we were the only ones in the whole of check in which we found strange, but lovely. Then to security, we had about a 2 minute wait, and we shot through, no being pulled over for stupid things like we did last time in Manchester (I got pulled over because I had a pack of cards in my bag, and Tom because he had a tractor in his bag!)
Ice cream time |
So, we were expecting a coach transfer, but no, it was only us and an old lady who were going to Puerto de la Cruz so we were in a mini bus with a driver who was having a nap when we arrived - it was siesta time after all! Oh and it was hot, really hot when we came out of the terminal building. We weren't expecting that as the weather forecast has not been great. We shot up the motorway to Santa Cruz and then went a very lumpy bumpy way across the island to the North coast and to Puerto de la Cruz where we are staying. We were a little nervous at doing a package holiday, so decided to choose a resort that is lesser known and chose the best hotel we could here. The hotel is very quiet and full of old people. Our room, however, is way bigger than we were expecting - and we have been able to rearrange our room so Tom actually has a little corner all to himself meaning we don't all have to go to bed at the same time. We think the hotel is a little posh, as it stipulates that men should wear trousers at dinner time - luckily Matt brought some with him. Our room is on the sea side (which we asked for) and looks out across the palms to the Atlantic Ocean. After unpacking, we headed into the town to get a feel for it. We found lots of restaurants, touristy shops, and walked along the sea wall. It was windy and much cooler here than at the airport, so we stayed in our jeans and jumpers, but once out of the wind, it did actually warm up - we ended up stripping off and having an ice-cream before having a little play on the beach.
Tom made a friend on the beach - a boy from London who had never heard of Yorkshire or Leeds even?! Anyway, apparently Tom was the first English boy he had come across so he was very excited and the two played together on the black sand beach for a good 30 mins or so. Tom was dressed completely incorrectly with jeans, jumper etc. He got soaked, but it was good fun for him.
View from our balcony |
Tom hits the wall |
It had been a very long day after all.
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