Cycling to the north and south of Corralejo

Some sites are keen to promote Fuerteventura as a place ideal for family sports, including cycling. Much as I want to promote Fuertevenura as ideal place for everything, “ideal” for family cycling it is not, at least not in the North, around Corralejo.

Both kids are now cycling to schools and sports, under our supervision in Timur’s case. I was thinking for a while that we should do some longer rides and the Easter hols seemed like an ideal opportunity. So we did two slightly more extended trips — one to the north-west, towards Majanicho, one to the south, to the dunes by the road. What follows is an advice by a lay person who cycles, not a dedicated cyclist, keep that in mind.

schools and saturday walk

This week, on the 1st September,  we made one more step to settling properly - went to the both schools where kids will go and filled in/picked up various forms that need filling. The secondary school visit went a lot easier - the administrator spoke English quite nicely. Primary school admin's English was rudimentary, worse than our combined Spanish, but even with him we achieved understanding - by repeating everything a few times. Interestingly, his approach to making himself understood by people who clearly are struggling (us) is not to speak slower - rather louder. But we got there in the end - or so we thought till next morning, when Kirill's mobile rang. Apparently, there was a duplication of paperwork, and somehow Timur's record was showing that he already was studying at school here. The funny bit was that it was the same no-English guy who rang. By the end of conversation, when everything finally was sorted (fingers crossed), Kirill spoke with three different people, with better and better English each time.
Anyway. Some pictures from today's walk. Enjoy

IR jumps

they are not IR photos, of course, but the day was grey and the out-of-camera results were not that great, although dynamic and emotional. They were near-silhouette, but not near enough, plus it felt wrong to loose all the texture from the clouds.

Here the blue canal is almost zero and red and green almost equal, so it's not really IR either, but close. I like the results, they look like photos from old magazine.

Conversion was done with photoshop elements (I would love to have full PS, but it's expensive and elements cover most of my needs anyways)

Place is Wells-Next-the-Sea, that marram-grass covered hill opposite from the row of beach huts.

and now it's gone

I might have already posted photos from this series. clematis vine definitely stopped flowering a while ago, so that's gone, but now the blue glass is gone too. so it's a memorial sort of post

Timur went to fetch his breakfast things today, and tried to take the top glass from a tallish stack of them. there were, oh, seven maybe glasses altogether. now we have two red ones left, and that's it. whole kitchen was covered in glass shards, some went into our brewing coffee.

Timur was really upset - both by breaking so many things in one go and by my shouting "stay where you are!" (he was barefoot).

On the brighter side of things I now have quite exceptionally clean kitchen and an excuse to go shopping. And according to Russian folklore, crockery breaking is a lucky sign

diggers

Hout Bay beach. By the time Timur finished digging, his lips were purple, bordering on blue. It was very sunny and sun was strong, but water was cold. We saw a seal swimming inside the herbour