Day 6

The plan was that after breakfast we'd walk along the cliff path to Las Galletas, a fishing village about 3 or 4 miles along the coast, have a coffee, then get a taxi back and spend the day on the beach. God laughs at your plans, ha bloody ha.

Started off OK. The path was a bit tricky as it was through volcanic rock and I was wearing flip flops. We were headed for a lighthouse in the distance which we imagined was close to our destination. When we got there, an hour and a half later, blisters on our feet, and climbed its rocky promontary with relief, expecting to see Las Galletas on the other side, we discovered nothing by miles more rocky pathway meandering into the distance. The sun was up. We were hot, thirsty, dry and blistered. And lost in a lunar landscape.

I consulted google maps on my iPhone. We weren't even half way there. Unable to face the rocky pathway, we decided to take the tarmac track inland from the lighthouse and cut through to a roadway I could see on the map. After about a mile, the skin wearing off my blistered foot with every step, we discovered that our route east was blocked by a vast banana plantation. Bloody google maps didn't show the 12 foot perimeter fence around it. Bloody useless satellites. We plodded on looking for a cut through. Lost. Pissed off. In pain. Richard raised his voice at me at one point. Mistake. Big mistake.

Three hours after we set off we limped into Las Galletas, a handkerchief around one foot, a sunglasses pouch around the other. Holly texted in reply to my wailing text for help: 'It's an ADVENTURE, mum, an ADVENTURE!'. Bloody optimist. Always sees the best in everything. I brought her up all wrong.

Las Galletas is the nicest place on the island I reckon. Lovely little fishing village. We slumped at a bar on the seafront and burnt our faces to a cinder.

The wind had picked up and was being really bloody annoying so after some tapas and Sangria we got a taxi home and chilled on the roof.

After a few drinks and a game of cards on the balcony (Richard has started cheating, I'm sure of it) we mosied up to Monolo's place where he was cooking us paella for 8. When we said '8' we meant 8pm. I think he thought we meant 8 people. Was fabulous. We are fat.

Contract score: Richard 868 Luce 768