The Ironman circus is finally packing up. Yesterday Puerto del Carmen was full of road closures, nervous relatives clutching cowbells and frighteningly fit people wheeling bicycles worth more than a Ford Fiesta. Today the temporary pavilions are starting to be dismantled piece by piece and all the bikes have disappeared. Presumably they are now being … Continue reading A Day at the Beach
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Ironman
The annual Ironman Lanzarote arrives with all the subtlety of a military invasion. One day Puerto del Carmen is full of people in football shirts drinking cheap lager, and the next it’s swarming with terrifyingly fit humans carrying bicycles that cost more than our annual holiday budget. It’s a big thing here, or should I … Continue reading Ironman
Puerto del Carmen
Madam isn’t up to the beach today, so we have a short walk after breakfast before heading down to the hotel pool. We are just getting comfortable when there's a loud crack from the other side of the pool as an extremely large man lowers himself onto a sun bed. The front end gives way … Continue reading Puerto del Carmen
Lanzarote
I am lying on a sun-bed and a stray oleander petal drifts past my foot. Someone jumps in the pool and I am briefly splashed. Tall, skinny palm trees tower over the pool. A single cypress with a knobbly trunk stands guard at the hotel entrance. The sky is a clear, pale blue. There is … Continue reading Lanzarote
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