After a hiatus of 2 months in my blog posting due to copious amounts of work, I am back with a tan that looks like I've spilled Piz Buin all over myself and my hair looks like a bleached Medusa. Of course, I could only have been to Tenerife, that land of ever-so-loud tourists having watered-down beer with recycled chips and crocs. The difference being, this time we were wiser and picked a child-free hotel in a near-retirement home-looking resort so at least the crocs were out of the equation. I can say we've truly had a blast, not to say that the hotel bent over backwards with their services (happy to offer a personal sales pitch over a message if you need the name of the place). I write all this marketing-infused ode in aid of explaining why my sketches are from near the pool. There was no reason to go anywhere else to capture the colours of the island this time of the year. There was green, purple, blue and orange everywhere. Although we ventured out to do some trips (Loro Parque - could not sketch due to it being a bit of a 'queue to see the bird' exercise and Teide by Night, a stargazing trip at 11 pm = pitch black), we pretty much hung out around the pool area and sat like sausages on the grill, listening to the birds and occasionally strange Swedish music. Sometimes the birds on the sun beds, but that's for Tripadvisor. Outside the hotel, the landscape was rugged from the ancient volcanic activity and the rocks were anything but appetising for a bare-footed mooch. Walking was much better further into the town centre, but back here it was great seeing the ships come into the harbour every day, either from La Gomera or Lanzarote, announcing themselves with a loud horn and sputing a misty blue cloud into the haze.
I did a crappy watercolour sketch of the sea view from the roof garden...the colours were somewhere there and not quite. I could just about make out a quaint little red lighthouse along the shore.
Back inside the hotel, the pool was small and largely uninhabited! This is on the day we missed our 7 am military wake-up to run down and reserve the basket sun chairs. They were like a Xmas sale at Next, basically.
In the process of being lazy, we also encountered Mamacita, the double-personality mog. She couldn't make her mind up: friends, foes, pals, scratching pole? Hmm. Here she is, waiting for her order of tropical mocktail and churros:
As I mentioned before, we visited Loro Parque and as much as I was armed with sketchbook and brushes, this place was unforgiving. The route was pretty much pre-established, seating was limited and queuing was the norm. I now know what it feels like to be the metal ball in the pinball machine. Only photos this time, sorry. Also, the photos feature what I would have sketched, HAD I HAD THE SPACE! (excuses warrant for Caps)
On a side note, this fish swayed like Frank Sinatra on a Caribbean cruise. Lovely!
Mafia-looking with (possible) mobster-sounding voice turtle.
Tired from looking at parrots and other maritime fauna, we spent another day around the watering hole at the pad. By this time, the temperature had gone up so much, the air looked a bit purple:
Aside from all this lounging, we nipped on the bus to Santa Cruz, the capital of the island for a cultural exploration. We covered the Art Gallery, the Natural History Museum and some of the grounds surrounding these. Despite most text being in Spanish, the artwork on display was in no need of subtitles. Actually, we stumbled across a few worthwile exhibitions, not to mention the ones in Espacio de las Artes . Out of all of them, Tahiche Diaz scored it for me, with the soviet-looking baby astronauts floating in a near-apocalypse space, bringing up a lot of images I had previously seen in Russian illustration. Its tangible nature meant that, somehow, the artwork looked touchable and playful:
My personal favourite was the sculptural installation of hollow-eyed babies atop mythical goats, all in front of a cosmic backdrop of B6 pencilwork.
All this was finished off with a dairy-free, sugar-free ice cream in the local market. Above all, this was the day I didn't have my sketchbook on me...typical!
Back to Rain City now. Stockport sketching tomorrow, swapping the sombreros for the brollies, I think!