Week 12

Second and last week on Gran Canaria. It’s been nice, with reasonable recovery of my foot, so I have been quite active.

Happened

  • As I walked way too much last week, I tried a day at the apartment complex on Monday. I’ve only been out for some groceries and dinner, which I kept close too. Just sitting next to the pool and reading a book is indeed very relaxing. I struggle with it because “I could do this at home” and I could and should, but it was good for my foot and mind to take a break.
  • On Tuesday, I finally got the car I reserved way too late. I drove it across the island through the mountains, to a highest point of around 1750 meters, but with a lot of climbing in between. I wrote a long Dutch blogpost about this.
  • I also got out halfway to climb up to Roque Nublo. This I did record, so I know I reached the rock in 22 minutes, passing by a lot of families with children. The whole trip is on Strava (which I should still import onto this site).
  • Wednesday I still had the car and went to a “Waterfall trail” I found on the internet. Very nice hike with less children, more challenge, but still very doable. I did both of these hikes on the barefoot shoes without the soles in, making me feel every surface along the route, which was very nice, but still with protection from the sharp rocks.
  • Thursday was a bit of a rest day. Friday as well: not walking much and trying out the swimming pool, the beach and the weird machines they had at the hotel gym (I discovered the assisted dips machine and it was good).
  • Actually, I’ve been working out in that gym every odd day of the holidays. As I said before: after my foot broke, I noticed I had no power in my arms at all. I’m changing that now.
  • Saturday I went to the airport to get a new car, and I reserved an Opel Corsa this time, so I would hopefully fit. There was a very long queue in front of the office, which in the end took me 1 hour and 47 minutes to get through. Turns out they were completely overbooked and were just handing cars out as they came in downstairs. I got a much more luxurious SEAT Arona for the same price.
  • Saturday, I drove the Arona to the highest peak of the island. It was cloudy and windy, however, so I have not actually been to the highest point: I did not dare to leave the car and there wouldn’t have been anything to see anyway. It was interesting to drive around in the clouds. I also visited Teror, which was cold and reminded me of Dutch summers.
  • Sunday I drove around the island, following the eastern road to the north and then back via the highway on the west, back to my apartment in the south. Then after a final visit to the gym, I went through the middle to Fataga for a last hike. The Arona is much too big for my taste, but it was very fast compared to my Volkswagen Up, and the carplay was very pleasant.
  • (Writing this on the airport but hey, today is a new week!)

Playlist

Most of these tracks are here because I Shazammed them in a bar. Isabel Pantoja is there twice because of the drag lipsync performance I saw. Japanese 90s was just something I needed.

  • Sinceramente - Annalisa
  • ZORRA - Nebulossa
  • Hoy Quiero Confesarme - Isabel Pantoja
  • Marinero de Luces - Isabel Pantoja
  • I Will Go With You (Con Te Partiró) - Donna Summer
  • ラブ・ストーリーは突然に (Sudden Love Story) - Kazumasa Oda

Read

  • The Name of the Wind by Patrick Rothfuss (chapters 37-56, all on the island)

Thuiskomen

Ik ben weer in Nederland en na twee weken 26º is dat weer even wennen. Niet dat ik hier per se op het weer wil schimpen. Het is gewoon gek om weer naar Nederland te kijken na twee weken buitenland.

Dat is zegmaar iets wat ik altijd al heb: het idee dat iets aan Nederland anders is, dat je altijd direct herkent dat het Nederland is. Als ik fotograaf zou zijn zou ik daar nog eens een serie over willen maken: foto's in Nederland die niet lijken op Nederland, op zoek naar de essentie van wat maakt dat het er Nederlands uit ziet.

Net zat ik dus in de trein vanaf Schiphol naar de Bijlmer, en op de snelweg zag ik overal gele kentekens. Na twee weken naar (normale) zwart-op-witte kentekens te hebben gekeken vond ik het geel opeens heel schreeuwerig. Normaal betekent eigenlijk vooral gewenning.

Een van de dingen die me in het buitenland altijd zo opvalt is dat het daar vaak vies is. 'In Nederland is het veel schoner,' dacht ik dan. Maar nu stond ik op het station eens om me heen te kijken: eigenlijk is het daar ook gigantisch smerig. Thuis is waar je door gewenning door de viezigheid heen kijkt.

De reis naar Gran Canaria was misschien in een bepaald opzicht ook een manier om onder de wintertijd uit te komen. Ik sta namelijk al twee weken in wintertijd (GMT+1), en de afgelopen zondag was even gek (GMT+0) maar door die tijd niet te veel mijn hoofd in te laten gaan kwam het goed. Zoals het klokje daar tikte, tikt het hier nu ook.

Maar thuiskomen is ook je huis weer zien – denken 'jemig wat heb ik dit toch gek ingericht' – om vervolgens na anderhalf uur weer berusting te voelen in de manier hoe het is. Thuiskomen is ook gewoon weer wennen aan de dingen die thuis 'normaal' maken.