A confusing story about Tenerife

My friend came up to me one day with some offers for cheap plane tickets and proposed that we'd go the next day either in Crete, either in Tenerife. I had some dinero saved aside for just these sort of situations and I was definitely ready to leave the depressing weather of Denmark for a week or so.

But a decision had to be made. It was either Crete, where my ex is living happiliy with a former friend of mine or Tenerife where my friend's ex is also living with her new boyfriend. So we've decided to base our decision on totally objective reasons because neither of us actually wanted to see our heartbreakers happy.

Due to weather forecasts and the fact that the Canary Islands are next to freaking Africa, we decided to go to Tenerife. Big win for me!
We managed to convince two other friends from Copenhagen to come on this spontaneous trip, and it was especially great because the four of us have pretty good chemistry.

A day and six hours later we got outside the plane and it felt like we've walked into an outdoor sauna. You can't imagine how it is, after months and months of windy humid hell, to change climate and continent and to experience the excellent feeling of warmth while being in your underwear

Of course I got burned and sun stroke on the first day at the beach, but my curiosity pushed me to explore this fascinating island even if wearing industrial amounts of sun screen on my bald head.

So I rallied the gang in the car and for a whole week we drove back and forth on the island for about 1300 km. We saw beautifull scenery, from desert landscapes to luxuriant green parks of heavenly nature. We went on the highst point on the main volcano and we saw lunar like terrain, martian rocks and black magma rolling stones.

But nothing compared to the time we got lost on some shady side road where we smoked cigarettes with some goats on a one way mountain road. Yeah, that's right we were on a one way mountain road. It was a mixed feeling between the majestic view of a green valley while the sun was going down and the thought that we were about to get lost forever and probably get mugged or kidnapped by the mountain people. This was paranoia coming from a group of sun stroke people.

No matter what you're doing in Tenerife get a car and drive aimlessly. Lose yourself in the mountains, or the residential areas of the locals, talk to the hippies, but whatever you do, don't get a tooth infection like i did. Not drinking Sangria in Tenerife is a waste