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« on: November 27, 2017, 08:57:58 pm »

 
 
Several years ago while riding in Ireland, I met a couple from the Canary  Islands who were on holiday; they were enthusiastic about their home and  suggested I visit.  But, after looking into the ferry schedules from Cadiz,  Spain I dismissed it as being impractical (at least at that time).
 
Jump ahead to last February and a Facebook post by Mauricio Sedó (on the  Moto Guzzi National Owners Club page) in response to a cold European rider  who was bemoaning the current weather.  “Come to the Canary Islands!”  said Mauricio.
 
I've no idea if that cold European ever followed through; but, I did.   I immediately contacted Mauricio and made arrangements for some sort of Guzzi  to be available in November.  Afterwards, I'd figure out what I could  expect to see on the islands.
 

 
The Canary Islands are part of Spain.  They are every bit as much Spain  as Andalusia and Valencia and Aragon and all the other autonomous communities  that comprise that country--it's just that they lie off the coast of Africa, not  exactly close by the mainland.
 
The islands were conquered in 1402 by the Kingdom of Castile, had a  rather tumultuous history (including being attacked by Admiral Nelson,  during which he lost an arm), and in 1982 were made an autonomous community  of Spain.
 
There are seven islands; my first plan was to ride all of them.   Later, I'd figure out which islands made sense without too much disruption  of schedule.  Some are easier to get to than others.
 
None of this would be possible without Mauricio Sedó and his small rental  outfit that has Guzzis as well as other models.  I gather  that the available models might vary, but at the time I  contacted him, he was planning on picking up a 2002 California EV, and  that's the bike I rode.
 
 http://mbmtenerife.com
 
I have done many miles on a five-speed Guzzi with heel-and-toe shifting,  so this would all be familiar.
 
Virginia
 
My first stop was Chicago, then a long wait in Washington before the  overnight flight to Dublin.  There's not much to be said about Washington Dulles Airport  except that I'm sure I walked two miles from my arrival gate to my departure  gate.  The food in the United lounge was good and the chairs comfortable, so  that helped.
 
   
 
Ireland
 
It's not easy getting to the Canary Islands from the U.S.  The  difficulty comes when trying to link any of the standard overnight  flights crossing the Atlantic with the flights that link Europe to the  Canary Islands.  Stopping in Dublin made some sense as that route, at  least, seemed more direct than the other routes, which had me going through  Zurich or Frankfurt.  In any case, I had a long wait in Dublin.   It'd be much longer on the way back.
 
 
 
Spain (Reino de España)
 
Tenerife
 

 
I'd be landing at South Tenerife Airport as that's nearest to where I'd  be picking up the motorcycle.  The approach to the island gave me my  first view of Mt. Teide, looking dramatic above the clouds.
 
 
 
South Tenerife Airport (TFS).  The airport is more modern and larger  than I expected.  There are many flights each day bringing vacationing  Europeans to the resorts.  Package deals including airfare and hotel  seems the way things are often done here.
 
 
 
Los Cristianos (and the connected communities) is the largest city  on  the south side of the island.  It's just a thirty minute drive from the  airport by freeway.  As with all my overseas trips, the first two nights  will be spent getting used to the time zone shift and not doing much of anything  else.   It's Saturday; I'll start riding on Monday.
 
I'm staying in one of the larger hotels that was built at the beginning  of the big expansion of Los Cristianos in the late sixties.  These  days, it's not all that big by comparison and it is no longer in the center  of the major resort hotels that have gone up in the last fifteen years.
 
My hotel and the view from the rooftop.
 
   
 
It's not hard to walk the entire length of the Playa.
 
   
 
Liz and Richard once stayed here.  I'm afraid that by today's  standards, they are both dreadfully overdressed.  That thing at the end  of the fork is “papas arrugadas” (wrinkly potato).  It's a common thing  across the Islands, and is usually served with mojo rojo (sauce).
 
   
 
Another view from the top of my hotel, including the fast ferry to Gamora,  which has just arrived.
 
 
 
 
 
The beach wasn't originally sand.  But, there's a great deal of sand on  the land east of here, so it was only a matter of bringing some of it back.   There are several other such Sahara-transplanted beaches on the Canaries (and  many other beaches that are quite nice and sandy without any outside help, thank  you very much).
 
 
 
It's clear that many people come here for their week of sun and  relaxation, and don't go any farther.  Consider the weather in Oslo,  right now; this is pretty nice.
 
 
 
It's Monday; time to ride.  I'll be on a blue EV, which Mauricio had  made sure was in fine shape.  I didn't have any problems with the bike the  entire trip.
 
I'm starting out on a fairly narrow and rather steep inland road and not the  main highway heading for the big volcano in the middle of the island.   This is Guía de Isora.
 
 
 
The small town of Chirche.  You don't need to go too far inland for  the hills to climb rapidly.  Down there are resorts and tourists; up  here are houses and the people who live in them.
 

 
The first miles I'm sorting out how wide the roads are, how much traffic  there is and what sort of signage I can expect.
 

 
It's clear that there has been some recent (geologically speaking) volcanic activity.   Unfortunately, I'm also in and out of a cloud layer that seems to be in the  middle of the island.  At times, it isn't so easy to see very far down the  road.
 

 
My ride.  I've packed largely the same as I have on other trips.   This Guzzi is an EV, but in the U.S. that model had twin front disks and a  tachometer.  Of course, Guzzi has always been known to assemble bikes  anyway they want (the Chris-Craft bow navigation light on the front fender is  something a previous owner has added).
 

 
I'd be seeing plenty of bicyclists on all the islands.  In every  case, they were well-disciplined and it was easy to share the road with  them.
 
Pico del Teide: 3,718-meter (12,198-feet).  This is the largest  mountain in Spain.  This abrupt obstacle to the prevailing winds is what  causes such dramatic changes in the weather from one side of the  island to the other.  Combine that with the natural change in  temperature due to the altitude and you have a case where there can be  twenty degrees of difference in just half an hour of riding.
 

 
 
 
There would be times in history when riding in a caldron would be  ill-advised.  As you can imagine, putting a road through here is not a  trivial thing.
 

 
I've just come through that cloud bank, and will soon be entering another.
 

 
Notice the colors.
 

 
Lava flows, wind erosion, but not much water.  It's a strange landscape.   Anything growing here will need to be hardy.
 

 
Sand and rocks.  For scale, you can see two people in the distance.
 

 
I resort to a technique that I'd rather not use, but sometimes it's the only  way.  I removed my glasses and lift my shield up; now I can see through the  fog and mist that would otherwise obscure my face shield and glasses.  As  it happens, my distance vision is fine.
 

 
Many of these roads are in really good condition.
 

 
It's cold and it's very wet.  I'm estimating it's down to around 45  degrees and I'm kind of wising I had my electric vest with me.  An old  Guzzi trick is to lay your gloves on the valve covers (palm down) when  stopped--it works.  As to those chrome steel grips--it felt like I was  hanging onto ice-cubes.  Oh well, perhaps in another thirty minutes I'll  be warm again.
 
 
 
A view of Santa Cruz de Tenerife.  My ferry tomorrow morning leaves from  here, but I'm not sure if I'll stay in Santa Cruz tonight, or not.  We'll  see.
 

 
San Cristóbal de La Laguna.  This looks much more interesting than  Santa Cruz.
 

 
My standard (European) method of riding to the center of the oldest part  of town and looking around for a hotel worked perfectly.
 
   
 
It's a beautiful city.
 
 
 
     
 
Against the odds, I left my underwear at the last hotel.  It's  inconvenient as what I'm wearing is therefore all I've got; time for a little  shopping.
 
If you shop at Wehbe you're seventy years back in time.  The  salesman (wearing a suit) filled out a slip of my purchase and then walked  with me to the cashier (also well-tailored) where he put my purchase behind  the counter.  The cashier eventually got to me and reached back for my  little package as well as the salesman's slip and then rang me up (without  any outward groan for my American credit card), putting everything in this  nice blue bag.
 
On the way out, I was wished a good evening by the sales force.   Wal-Mart it is not.
 
 
 
Such bar/cafeterias are common in Spain (just an obscure open door off the  main walk) and I've never been disappointed.
 

 
   
 
There's a peninsula of Tenerife that extends north of Santa Cruz.   I'd spend my morning riding a loop through it.
 

 
It's quite unlike the south side of the island.
 

 
Sometimes I was in the clouds, but often enough, I was below or above and was  able to see things well enough.
 

 

 
You'll see a lot of oil platform maintenance and staging off shore from Santa  Cruz.
 

 
I doubt there's ever much traffic on these roads.
 

 

 
Before starting this trip, I put together a complete schedule for the two  major ferry companies for all the islands and for all the days that I'd be  traveling.  It's a good thing I did as neither of the ferry companies  had anything of the same detail to share at their offices.  Remarkably,  there wasn't even a sign in the office saying when the next sailing would  be.  For that matter, it was often hard to find where the office was so  that I could buy a ticket.
 
 
 
But, clarity and signage aside, the ferry personnel were uniformly  helpful and courteous and always tied my motorcycle down with care (even if  they all did it differently).
 
 
 
These are the same type of fast-ferry boats that I've had experience with  between the Channel Islands of Jersey and Guernsey--except those boats moved  even faster (all are made in Tasmania).
 
It's 12:00, the horn makes a single blast and we're away.  These  boats keep a tight schedule.
 
 
 
Gran Canaria
 


The crew warned of a rough crossing, but I didn't find it at all  objectionable.  Evidently, some did...  For the smoothest ride,  find a seat all the way aft (as I was told), for the roughest, sit up front  where I am.

 

 
Throughout the islands, but especially in Gran Canaria, you'll see these  archeological digs of the ancient ones where were here before the conquests of  1402.
 

 
The roughly round island has radiating “spokes” of very deep ravines that  extend to the ocean.  Building a road around the island (or across it) is  difficult.
 

 
Look close, and you'll see the road.  On the east side of the island  (between two major resort towns) the express highway will tunnel though such  obstacles.  But, here, you can expect a slow journey.  I don't think I  ever got out of second gear, and spent much of my time in first.  Advice:  don't ride stupid.
 

 
Albercón.
 

 
From riding New Mexico and Arizona, the plants look familiar, yet  different.
 
 
 
 
 
La Cogolla.  Think of the access to these small towns before the roads  (or trails) were paved.
 

 

 
Layer on layer of lava.
 

 

 
The GPS may say that your destination is only five miles away, but unless  you're a crow, it might take you a couple of hours to get there.
 

 
My hotel technique completely failed in Puerto Rico.  I rode to the  center of town and looked for a hotel and found only restaurants and shops.   Just beyond the center were row after row of apartments--effectively,  long-term hotels.  Where are the hotels in this vast resort area?   I'd need to ride up the coast for a bit.
 
There are more five-star hotels around here than otherwise.  But,  the cost isn't all that much.  I might be paying less as a drop-in than  some of the people staying here on a package deal from the travel agency.
 
You're seeing only half the height of the hotel.  The lower level  extends to the beach from this mid-level.
 
 
 
 
 
Fataga.  I'm turning inland to cross over the island.  Two  miles from the beach, I'm completely removed from the resorts.
 

 
My standard drink at the bar; Schweppes bitter lemon.
 
 
 
The road is rarely level.  You're either climbing or descending.
 

 

 
It's hard to believe that any road can get across this.
 

 
Roque Nublo
 

 

 

 
Las Palmas is the largest city and has long been a hub of shipping.   I'll be staying at the Hotel Santa Catalina, perhaps the most historic in the  city--certainly, the best I'll be staying on this trip.
 
Do you see that balcony railing (with the rounded top)?  That's  outside my room.  I placed my Spot locator on the railing and then  heard it drop all the way down to a marble-floor terrace below.   Sigh...  With help from the front desk and the occupant of the room with the  terrace, I recovered the device.  It still works and doesn't have a  mark.  Amazing.  These things are sturdy.  The occupant was a  bit alarmed by the orange thing with the blinking lights that dropped out of  the sky; he never touched it until reception called him.
 
   
 
The grounds of the hotel.  I gather that I might be the only one here  who just dropped in for the night (on a motorcycle, no less).
 
   
 
Walking to the oldest part of the city.
 
 
 
Pedestrians only.
 

 
   
 
The Canary Islands are named for dogs (not birds), and dogs guard the old cathedral.
 

 

 

 
Relaxing at the outdoor bar of the hotel with papas arrugadas and mojo rojo  and beer.  Perfect.
 
 
 
Another ferry terminal and (of course) another search for the ticket office.   I'm sailing (so to speak) to Fuerteventura.
 
   
 
Fuerteventura
 

 
Morro Jable is at the bottom of the island.  I'll just be fueling and  then on my way north.
 

 
From left to right the islands have less vegetation.  No matter; I  really like Fuerteventura.  And, too, it's the only place that I was  able to let the Guzzi stretch out to the higher gears.  It's a smooth  bike.
 
 
 
It feels like New Mexico, but with enough differences that you know it's not.
 

 

 
You'll find plenty of traffic at the resort towns, but otherwise, this place  is empty.
 

 
Goats are the thing.  You'll see plenty of them.
 

 

 
Pájara.
 

 
Time for another Schweppes.  The church is distinctive for its  (possibly) Aztec inspired designs.
 
 
 
The roads are very good, but are not over-wide.  Also, you won't find  wide shoulders to pull over for a photograph.
 

 
There is evidence of quite a bit of terrace farming in years past.  Most  of that seems to be over and the terraces are mostly all empty.
 

 

 
Vega de Rio Palmas.
 

 
Guize and Ayoze (aka Luis and Alfonso after their conversion to the  church).  The  two leaders of the island met here to agree on the governance of the north  and south halves.  Either way, its the Castilians who are now in  charge.
 
 
 
Betancuria is the earliest settled town (1404).  The town is named  for Jean de Béthencourt, who was the French leader of the conquest of the  Canary Islands on behalf of Henry III of Castile.
 

 
You could be in south central Spain (Andalusia).
 
 
 

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« Reply #1 on: November 27, 2017, 08:58:52 pm »

If you see this, you might want to slow down.
 

 
Puertido de Los Molinos.
 

 
The waves are larger than expected.
 

 
This is pretty typical at all the stations.  You'd think that diesel  and gasoline would be defined and separated more distinctly (as is the case  with U.S. stations).  The consequence of getting it wrong is sudden.
 

 
El Cotillo is a small beach town--not yet the resort that it will almost  certainly be in a few years.  I stopped at this hotel, but their hotel  rooms were booked.  However, they had an apartment a few blocks up the  beach (with four rooms) that was available for the same price.  Did I want  that?
 
 
 

 
Nearly every town along the coast had evidence of some sort of  fortification.  This tower remains in fine shape.  Pirates; it's  hard to keep them out.
 

 
 
 
The beach looking north of El Cotillo.
 

 

 

 
These little cafes are uniformly excellent.  I doubt you can ever go  wrong.
 
 
 
Whatever language you speak, there will be a sign board for you.   Just point to the number of whatever you want.  Curiously, I noticed  that not every language had all the numbers listed.  For my case, I  asked the waitress what was good and she recommended this cold salad of sea  creatures.  It was (and I noticed that the other waiter had the same  thing on his break).  Naturally, papas arrugadas came with it, this  time with sliced tomatoes.
 
 
 
A bit of sand and lava as the sun goes down on El Cotillo.
 

 
Corralejo.  I arrived to catch my ferry according to my schedule and  was told that there was no such ferry.  My confusion was cleared when I  found out that the ferry company had taken its boat out of service for scheduled  maintenance for several days.  
 

 
The other company was picking up the slack.  This isn't a fast  ferry, but it's not all that far to Lanzarote.
 

 
 
 
Lanzarote
 

 
Playa Blanca is at the southern most point of the island.  Lanzarote is  noteworthy for banning the tall resort hotels you'll see on the other islands.   Nothing taller than a palm tree.
 

 
Salt is valuable and salt is one of the things that made these islands  important.
 

 

 
Volcanic activity is important to all the islands, but it's most evidence on  Lanzerote.  The last big explosion was in 1736.
 

 

 

 
Camels?  Yes.  I've never ridden a camel, and have probably  missed my best chance.  Camels have been used as farm animals on this  islands for centuries.
 

 
The visitor center at the national park is well blended to the  environment.
 
   
 
After paying your entrance fee, you ride up to the parking area and then  board a bus for the narrated tour of the several volcanoes in the park.
 
   
 
It'd be nicer if you didn't have to shoot photographs through heavily  tinted plastic windows, but it works well enough.
 
   
 
   
 
   
 
 
 
You wouldn't think that there'd be enough nutrients in this soil (being  little more than ground lava and ash) to grow anything.
 

 
Mancha Blanca.
 

 
It's not so easy to distinguish between the black surface of the road and the  black dirt of the farm land.
 

 
Haria in the distance.  The road will take several sharp turns to get  down the hill.
 

 
Mirador del Rio. This separation between La Graciosa and Lanzarote is  separated by a strip of ocean named El Rio.  Of course, it's not a river,  but evidently the current is very swift.
 

 
Costa Teguise for the night.  It's either resort-hotel or nothing around  here.  The small towns have no hotels (that I could find).  Certainly,  this will do.
 
   
 
Looking across the inlet from one resort hotel  to another.
 

 
Aloe is one of the crops of the Canary Islands, and these small Aloe  shops are quite common.  You'd be surprised at how many common things  come in Aloe.
 
 
 
Decision time.
 
I've been to the top of Lanzarote and have now turned back to island-hop  my way back to Tenerife along different roads.  That will work fine,  and I might even have time when I reach Tenerife to take the ferry out to  Gomera for the day.  I've already given up on visiting the westernmost  islands of La Palma and Hierro as being to impractical.
 
But, another solution would be to take the longer ferry from Lanzarote to  Gran Canaria, bypassing Fuerteventura on the return trip and effectively  giving me more flexibility to visit Gomera.
 
 That's what I'll do.
 
This is the largest ferry of my trip.
 
   
 
That's the little pilot boat picking up the harbor-pilot after we're in  open water.
 
   
 
Gran Canaria
 
Back in Las Palmas.  I won't be staying at the Catalina Hotel this time,  but will instead ride to the north beach and pick one of the several hotels  along the shorefront.
 
I was given permission to park below ground in the service bay for the  hotel and restaurant.  In spite of the warning tape on that ventilation  duct, I walked right into it...
 
 
 
Restaurants and hotels and bars.  Repeat.
 

 
Mauricio  told me that there was to be a large vintage motorcycle event in  Arucas this weekend.  Of course, the important day is Saturday as everybody  is packing up an leaving by Sunday.  I'm here on Sunday.
 
The view of Arcuas from Montaña de Arucas and a really nice BMW single  and its owner who had also ridden to the top.
 
 
 
Arucas.  There were several streets that were blocked for the big event,  so I never did manage to get to where the vintage bikes might be.  Oh well.
 
 
 
Firgas has water!  Over the last several days, I've crossed plenty of  rivers and streams, but they were always dry.  Firgas, on the other hand,  has more water than it needs.  You'll find Firgas branded water bottles  all over the islands.
 

 
 
 

 
 
 
The stream has for centuries been encased in this “Royal Ditch” (a name  that might lose something in the translation).
 
 
 
The old roads follow the ravines inland (while descending) to the  narrowest point and then back (ascending) towards the ocean.
 

 
 
 
Moya is just across a ravine from Firgas, but it takes time to get there.
 

 
 
 
Tomás Morales (1885 - 1921) was a poet, influential to the Canary Islands and  Spanish literary modernism.  He grew up in this house, which is now a  museum.
 
   
 
   
 
An archeological area which has the remains of substantial buildings.   The area is closed to any public traffic.
 

 

 
Where lava flowed into the sea, it's possible to carve out swimming areas  that are then naturally flushed with the tide.  The concrete posts will  (hopeful) keep swimmers from being flushed out at the same time.
 

 
Agaete is the small village where the ferry will arrive tomorrow morning.
 
 
 
I thought it might be just a place to wait for the ferry, but it turns  out to be a nice little town of its on right.
 

 
   
 
Between now and  tomorrow morning, this ferry will take a couple more  trips, but this is the boat I'll be on.
 
 
 
Fish soup, fish, and more potatoes.
 
   
 
Another nice swimming area carved out of the lava field.
 
 
 
Tenerife
 
I landed in Santa Cruz, but didn't spend any more time in that city than the  last time I was through.  I'm heading for Güímar and then up and over the  island to the other side.
 

 
I had heard about the pyramids of Güímar, but somehow missed the sign  that would take me directly there.  Oh well.  They're a series of  terraces formed into a stepped pyramid.  Nothing special about that,  except that some over-enthusiastic people* jumped to the conclusion that  they must therefore have some connection to the ancient pyramids of Egypt.   No; they were made in the nineteen century; nothing more.
 
* including Thor Heyerdahl who had a history of passion over rigor.
 

 
I was worried that I'd be seeing a repeat of the weather from the last time I  was here, but I've come out above the clouds this time.
 

 
Mount Teide.
 

 
I'm heading for that coast, but I've got several dozen turns before I reach  it.
 

 
Observatorio del Teide.  This is a solar observatory.
 

 
Puerto de la Cruz.  Ride to the center of the old town, and look  around for a hotel.
 
 
 
   
 
This is a resort town, but it retains plenty of heritage to make it  interesting.
 

 
 
 
   
 
 
 
The harbor fortifications are larger than most.
 
 
 
I'm standing near the oldest part of town at the harbor entrance; what you  see is the resort section that has expanded the town into a city.  My hotel  is the white building with the blue trim.
 

 
   
 
Every town of a certain size will have an aloe store.  Every town of  any size will be happy to sell you rum with honey.  Frankly, you might be  better off just buying the rum.  You can add honey if that's what you want.
 
 
 
The road to Masca is a twisting thing.  The first step is to get  over that hill.  Then it gets interesting...
 

 

 
Good grief; what is that green tour bus doing here?  There really is not  enough room.
 

 
Masca.  I'm not so sure this is a real town these days as much as a  destination for people like me to buy things.  Anyway, it's a remarkable  place.
 

 
Banana plantations.  What a curious thing is a banana.
 
 
 
Acantilados de Los Gigantes.  To the ancients, these were known as the  “wall of hell.”
 

 
Los Cristianos, once again.  The timing has worked out well.   I'll catch the afternoon ferry to Gomera, spend the night and all of  the next day out there, and then return in the evening to conclude my trip.
 
 
 
La Gomera
 

 
Arriving at San Sebastián de La Gomera.
 

 

 
Immediately, it's clear that these are perhaps the best roads that I've  ridden--well engineered and well maintained.
 

 
The same ravines as Gran Canaria, but there's much more vegetation on Gomera.
 

 
Somewhere down there is where I'll find a hotel.
 

 
Hermigua.
 

 
That pink building up there?  That's my rural hotel.  The  owners weren't there yet, so I walked into town for some dinner.
 
 
 
The crops?  Bananas and aloe.
 
 
 
It's hard to beat a tapas bar when the restaurants aren't yet open.
 
 
 
I think this is the most rugged and most beautiful island of all the ones I've seen.
 

 
Agulo.
 

 
Sometimes a tunnel is the only solution.
 

 

 

 
Playa de Vallehermoso.  That's an old fortification with a more modern  restaurant built into it.  Trouble is, the road out there has been  destroyed through a landslide, so the restaurant is out of luck.
 
 
 

 
There's not much room for a road, but they've done a remarkable job.
 

 
Valle Gran Rey.
 

 
Before the road, you'd arrive by boat.
 

 
 
 

 
The center of the island is a national park and is far greener (lush, even)  than the outer edges.
 

 
Do you see room for a tour bus on this road.  Neither do I.  Even  so...
 

 
The town of Vallehermoso and the formation named Roque Cano.
 

 
It's not much of a photograph except to show the extend of the forest in the  interior.  There are hiking trails, and that is the only way to see  much of this park.
 

 
Visitor Center, Garajonay Parque Nacional.  My paper map was  repeatedly found wrong, so the ranger was kind to give me one of theirs.   He seemed used to visitors having bad maps.  “Don't go there; it's just  a foot trail...”
 
   
 

 

 
Roque de Agando is perhaps the symbol of the island. Notice the road to  the left.
 

 

 
San Sebastián de La Gomera, on my return.
 

 
I have an hour to wait before we sail.
 
 
 
I'll step into the little cafe and have some authentic Canary Island  spaghetti and Schweppes.
 
 
 
Tenerife
 
I return to Los Cristianos for the third and final time.
 

 
The beach is filling up on this beautiful day (as I think must   always be the case in Los Cristianos).  My flight leaves later in the  afternoon, so I've got time to follow their example.
 

 
What a nice trip; what a great place to ride.  Beautiful.
 
Many thanks to Mauricio  Sedó, otherwise this never would have been possible.  He picked me up  at the airport and handed me a beautiful motorcycle that was flawless the  whole time.
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« Reply #2 on: November 27, 2017, 11:00:05 pm »

Thanks Daniel. What a treat. Very interesting topography, not what I would have expected.  Thumbsup
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« Reply #3 on: November 28, 2017, 05:35:17 am »

Can't think of anywhere nicer to spend November in Europe. Very nice!
Got me reminiscing about my 2 week holiday in La Gomera 10 years ago  Smile
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« Reply #4 on: November 28, 2017, 02:42:51 pm »

Outstanding. Great report and great pictures. I'd like to go on a trip with you but unfortunately I couldn't afford to!
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« Reply #5 on: November 28, 2017, 04:51:03 pm »

Thanks Daniel, a very interesting report that brings back a lot of memories. I spent a lot of time in the Canaries in the 80s and 90s testing windsurfer prototypes - it was the closest dependable wind and relatively warm conditions for my European employers. Unfortunately I didn’t see a tenth of what you covered. I’ll look into bike rentals there.
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« Reply #6 on: November 29, 2017, 12:24:06 pm »

Thanks Daniel! Dan and I have been tossing around the idea of heading there for Christmas, but haven't gotten around to it yet  Embarassment  I'll keep your moto guy in mind for when we do go, as we definitely want to do some riding. How would the roads be with a scooter?  Cool
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« Reply #7 on: November 29, 2017, 12:42:47 pm »


How would the roads be with a scooter?  Cool


In many cases, that would be ideal.  There were a number of times when I never got out of first gear.  I saw several riders on scooters who had clearly just rented them for just the day--their helmets advertised the company.  I'd guess you'll find a number of places that will rent you a scooter and everything you'll need.  These islands are geared for visitors.

note:  my guy also has royal enfield, which I think might be perfect.
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In many cases, that would be ideal.  There were a number of times when I never got out of first gear.  I saw several riders on scooters who had clearly just rented them for just the day--their helmets advertised the company.  I'd guess you'll find a number of places that will rent you a scooter and everything you'll need.  These islands are geared for visitors.

note:  my guy also has royal enfield, which I think might be perfect.


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« Reply #9 on: November 30, 2017, 06:56:19 pm »

I don't recall ever seeing a Canary Islands ride report.   Thumbsup

Thanks for posting Daniel.
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« Reply #10 on: November 30, 2017, 09:36:06 pm »

Thanks so much for all the photos and details. I've always wanted to visit the Canary Islands.
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