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Gran Canaria 24-6-2011
24 June 2011. Another day of hanging out with the inlaws. We drove to Gáldar, a village on a hill in the North of the island. Finding the parking lot was quite a challenge, but after drinving back and forth for a while, we made it. We walked about for a bit, had drinks, visited an indoor marketplace, enjoyed the athmosphere. Our reason for coming here was a visit to the Cueva Pintada, a large roofed area with archeological remains of a settlement of the original inhabitants. The four of us got a tour in English. The guide taught us about the history of the island and its people. We were shown movies (one of which in 3D) and an exhibition of objects (idols, earthenware and other archeological finds) and then he took us into the large space where the remains of houses (and communal kitchens) can be seen. To give visitors an idea of how it must have looked like originally, a couple of houses were reconstructed. The main attraction was a cave with murals, consisting of geometrical patterns. Unfortunately, photography was not allowed inside the building.
The guide suggested another archeological site, only a short drive away. In a hillside we found, after climbing stairs, a cave containing lots of holes that were once used for storing foodsupplies. The birds, lizards and view were nice to see as well.
We drove on to Puerto de las Nieves, where we had drinks next to the harbour and took a short detour back to the car to see the village. Then followed a ride along the edges of coastal cliffs, winding, rising, falling, sometimes with bends along the cliff face that suggested riding on would mean falling over the edge of the island. We stopped to enjoy the view a couple of times, wonderful! The road ended at Puerto de la Aldea, where we had icecream that wasn't properly frozen, so I spilled half of mine on my dress, thanks to the wind blowing it apart. Along more good views and height differences we drove to Mogán, and on to Puerto Mogán. Along the coast and over the freeway we reached Playa del Inglés, where we dropped T and L off.
Back in San Agustín we walked along the beach and had hamburgers for dinner at the apartment.