um... this is funny

Remember the movie castaway, when Tom Hanks slept on the floor of his hotel room, after so long living in a cave on that lonely Pacific island?

Well, I'm in a Hotel after three nights out in the forest on Tenerife, and I see no reason to go out for tapas when the is perfectly good food in the room.

bread and cheese, tea, and cous-cous. Hmm...I think I'm being affected by the journey!

It's been an incredible four days. I took a taxi from the airport to Vilaflor. Bought water and started walking west in a cloud. Here are my days on Komoot: one, two, three, four. In that time, the only contact with civilization was a restroom with running water at noon on the second day. And now, of course, down on the northern coast. In two half days and two full days I traveled 53 miles / 85 kilometers. I had warm sun up on the volcanic plateau, later, misting rain, wind and clouds... But always quiet evenings in a secluded forest camp.

Water is a serious issue here... There is almost no water exposed to the air, it's all diverted into pipes with padlocked access ports. A few are open. I got some vital information from a local. 

I'd go almost all day without seeing anyone. When I did, they were in a different mode... Maybe riding a mountain bike rapidly down a trail. Or a forest worker in a truck. You can't ask a biker anything. Their mental map is completely different. My area of vital interest to them appears tiny... They run a long line through "blank" country, while I'm interested in almost every canyon. Is it watered? Anyplace flat enough for a person to lie down? 😂

My right ankle is still (two years after the broken heel) not making it easy for me. Getting started in the morning after a big day is a hobbling, limping affair. I accept the pain, stand firmly on the for, and wait for it to warm up and stop complaining. Eventually, I'm feeling fine. It is something I must carry.