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Checking out the harbour at Valle Gran Rey
We are on the island of La Gomera at a marina in San Sebastian, which is on the south east side of the island. We stayed in a very nice anchorage for two nights but it was rough and we rolled quite a bit. By the second evening we were starting to feel a bit queasy inside the boat and that night one of the rolls pitched Adam right out of his bunk onto the floor and that was the end of anchorage. We’ve been exploring the town which is small but has a few nice pedestrian streets with shops and restaurants. Yesterday we took the bus across the island to the south east coast to visit Valle Gran Rey, a small resort town about an 1hour and a half away. We had read that the bus trip to Valle Gran Rey was something to see because it takes you through the national park and cuts right across the middle of the island. The landscape was really amazing with high peaks, deep valleys, and very narrow winding roads. The bus driver was quite a character and was by far the most entertaining part of the trip. He had a pretty relaxed attitude towards driving and when he wasn’t using both hands to open candy wrappers, he had one arm hanging out his window as he navigated hairpin turns. He also had what we believed to be a mixed CD that covered a wide range of musical genres: classic rock, pop, country, funk, and Phil Collins. All English music oddly enough as he didn’t seem to speak the language. We started calling him the king of the island because he honked at every person driving, walking, or working on the road as we passed and waved in a commanding sort of way. They in turn waved, nodded, and saluted him as we drove by. All except the ladies, the ladies didn’t seem to appreciate him. We decided that if he isn’t king of the island then he is certainly king of the route; we had another driver on the way back and the bus ride wasn’t nearly as exciting, or dangerous for that matter. And not a single salute.