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Adam uses this face to intimidate rude bus drivers.
We have said good-bye to Tenerife after one last world wind tour of the island. We looked at our timeline and decided that we might not be able to get to the island of La Palma which, after Tenerife, is the last place that you can get an exit stamp before leaving the Canaries. Following the direction of our guide book we undertook to head to Los Cristianos, a resort town about half an hour away by bus, to get our stamp. We had been told that finding bus information for the area was like looking for the Holy Grail and that pretty much sums it up. We scouted out a bus stop (void of any schedule or route information) the night before and hiked there bright an early the next day. We waited around for an hour and a half and spoke with four different drivers all heading in the wrong direction, but we are patient travelers and in the end we persevered. We managed to get ourselves to the Port Captain’s office in Los Cristianos and were even able to convey what we wanted to the staff person there. The woman at the front desk could not give us a stamp but was very helpful and made multiple phone calls on our behalf in order to find out who could. Our luck seemed to be changing because after the 5th or 6th call she was able to directed us to the Policia Civil who just happens to have an office right next door. Of course when we arrived the office door was shut and had a closed sign on it but we hung around and eventually found an officer trying to sneak out. I asked in my nicest Spanish if he could please stamp our passports and he in turn directed us to “try” Las Americas, another town further west along the cost. Apparently no one told him that he is supposed to have an exit stamp. We decided that we might be on a wild goose chase and that we could probably spend the day going from town to town and never get a stamp. A bit discouraged we got back on the bus and made the long and expensive trip to the capitol. It took an entire day but in the end we got the stamp. And we didn’t even mind so much when there wasn’t a bus to take us back to the marina and we had to walk an hour back to the boat from the highway. Everyone loves a happy ending!