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Saturday, October 29, 2011: We arrived at Arrecife on the island of Lanzarote, an apparently barren island dotted with dozens of volcano cones. |
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Our shore excursion was a transfer to the resort town of Puerto del Carmen. |
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Here's some interesting architecture -- a bright blue IKEA. |
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There's a volcano, ... |
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... and there are some, ... |
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... and there are some more. The palm trees in these shots aren't native to the island, because there are no natural water sources anywhere on the island. |
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The bus dropped us off in front of Playa Grande beach around 10:30. |
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Here's the view to the left. |
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And down on the beach, here's the view to the right. |
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We chose two fantastic beach loungers with umbrella and paid a nice man for the privilege. |
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We went to the ocean to see what our level of commitment would be. |
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We decided that our commitment would be ankle-deep and that's all. Dreams of snorkeling in tropical waters faded in an ice-cold instant. |
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But hey, it's the ocean and we don't have one of those back home in Indiana. |
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So, back to the endless rows of beach chairs, ... |
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... where we spent several hours reading and relaxing. |
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Some day, we will try parasailing too. We're saving it for Mexico. |
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Around 1:00, our new friends Jay and Theresa from Seattle met us on the beach and we went out for lunch at a Spanish restaurant the tour guide had recommended to Jay. Debbie finally got the octopus she wanted and it was beautifully plated. |
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We had a great time with them and somehow managed to not take a photo of them, but did get a shot of the Cruzan Honey Rum shots we had after the meal was finished, courtesy of the restaurant. |
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We got a photo as we were leaving, so here's a glimpse of Jay on the left and our waiter clearing our table. |
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Puerto del Carmen is definitely a resort town, lined with souvenir shops and restaurants, ... |
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... with the occasional British-Scandinavian Klinik. |
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There are condos and rental properties everywhere, ... |
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... all painted in tasteful shades of white. |
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We were back on the ship by early afternoon, ... |
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... and off on our journey to Morocco the next day.
Day 9 > |