Bus queues and dithering giggle …

Quite what the attraction was in the ATM inside the supermercado, who knows but a discussion was taking place between the unattractive tuetons whom boasted sunburn, bad teeth and body odour.

“Veeee no vot veeee arrr dooooing” the female of the duo offered in that curious guttural rattle which often accompanies the vocalising of Germans attempting English.

My impatience had become almost tangible. “So what are we / you / us waiting for?”

Who said Germans were efficient. Not these two, whom could have been on day release from a padded cell…near you!....

Vorsprung durch Technik…..not!

I thought living amongst majorero had slowed life pace to a mere saunter, but there are impatient moments, and the Scot was having a few..

A bus queue, any bus queue, in the estacion municipal de guaguas or outside the shopping centre, it matters not one hoot. The individual(s) whom are determined to climb aboard first don’t speak the lingo…don’t appear to know where they are going, nor are they familiar with euro currency. And for a reason which escapes the Scot, it all appears to induce giggling. I sometimes have to wait so long that any congelados begin to melt…

Along with patience ……..

bands.....and marches...a fuerteventura no le gusta la guerra

fans.....

Communication by JPG

Metaphorically skipping between the moribund and the very alive…seemed the situation this anti-hero was in.

The news from that other island relayed declining numbers of erstwhile colleagues, or those whom had become the latest health casualty awaiting that by-pass surgeon and his scalpel of a thousand life saving cuts – Tales of discontent and bad weather.

Mientras

A sun still shone on his adopted scrap of dust and rock…called Fuerteventura, and this week had offered contrasting fortunes in pictures….thus-

1) Great disappointment thanks to British red tape –

2) A mediocre entry to the annual Puerto Del Rosario image competition

And

3) Almost bizarrely his best photograph for some time ...a chance sepia image of batucada percussionists ………..old friends and new………

Communication by JPG.

hug..............me

A Spaceman Came Travelling.....

Yo soy Innes de escocia….pero hace tiempo que vivo en Fuerteventura…islas canarias…cerca de Africa…y estoy estudiando tu idioma….

Was the rough introduction I used for the alumnos in the San Luis institute, whom considered, me, this individual from the 1st world, like an extra terrestrial….. , well it had already been indicated by my Indian guide that I was telling people in near perfect Spanish that I hailed from Scotland…yet lived on a spec of dust off the African coast., which is so small, some maps appeared not to acknowledge its existence. At all.

Hence the quizzical expressions.

Maybe they thought I really was an extra terrestrial and was making up a story about a mythical scrap of volcanic terra firma, somewhere in the Atlantic.

At least, for the most part, they seemed interested, and polite enough to adjust their feathers into welcoming displays, and even peace pipes were offered, by some, pan pipes by others.

Apart from mentally converting peso/€/ peso, the biggest difficulty I encountered was with a Fuerteventura word, guagua. I thought it hailed from the Latinos however most people seemed to think it was a carrying pouch for an infant, or even a kindergarten. I should have stuck to auto bus, or as they like to call them, collectivos. A spaceman far,far from home and looking for small children? Well…you get the picture.

I can see those blue lights flashing, can you?

And talking of pictures, I lost most of mine, a sore point. There are times I really hate computers...

Strike any key when ready.

Batucada Fusăo