The next morning the sand was everywhere. The first steps of the day hurt the most. Eventually the pain became bearable. Still a lot of breaks were required that day. During the afternoon I passed through a small bay with few buildings. One of the restaurants had much needed water in overpriced 0.5l crispy thin plastic bottles. The water was cold. Couple of hours later I found a spot to stop and rest.

The open lava tunnel next to the cliffs had been a resting place for many visitors. Today it was empty and I made it my home. It felt something like a secret shelter from Game of Thrones with the throne to sit on. The ocean thundered against the cliffs and each big wave resonated through the solid slabs and old lava formations. Sitting in the deepest room you could feel the exploding waves vibrate straight through the rocks and your body. The place had so many faces and angles. It was another loud and windy night but I was getting used to it. The hike started during full moon so when I woke up to pee it was light again.

Next days of the hike:
Day 3: Hiking towards Ajuy and Flying to Barcelona
Day 4: A dead end while hiking. Feelings of relief in the air.
Day 5: Hike over the mountains to La Pared and a bus ride home
Day 6

Road home - Las Palmas

The ferry had arrived to Las Palmas. There was a dozen of us on foot. Everyone had space. But on land the first thing the crew did was they put us into a bus to drive us few hundred meters forward. All of a sudden it was crowded.

It was probably an hour walk to the apartment I was going to sleep in. Usually I would walk or find a bus. That day I felt lazy and didn't feel like saving money so I just took a taxi. At the destination a friend was waiting me with a key. He showed the accommodation and was quickly gone. Nobody really was suppose to be out right now. Lockdown.

The day was coming to an end. The apartment was peaceful. A message told that my second flight was delayed. I would still rest well tonight. The final leg of the trip was postponed. Now the main priority was to get to mainland Europe and figure out the rest after that.

Outside people started clapping their hands. I went to the balcony and saw everyone was doing the same Neighboring buildings came to life with clapping and cheering. It was 7 p.m. There would be no festivals this spring but people still knew how to lift up the spirit of the community.