God that last blog was boring. I know I'm sorry. If we were real men we would probably have got out in the hills on the very first day - but this being abroad thing - it's a lot. Nobody speaks the right language. Everything is complicated. We didn't know how the buses worked or where to get them or how much they cost or where to go to or what it would be like. It seemed fair to go and have a run around Puerto de la Cruz and kind of get our bearings.
Since Peter had realised how far South we were going he had begun to obsess about butterflies again. What he might see. I tried to stem the flow early. I didn't want Tenerife to be just a list of the butterflies we didn't see. Couldn't it be its own thing?
With a vague plan to do a run out to a ruin at the other side of town we set off into the morning sunlight.
Are the pigeons copying the stones or are the stones copying the pigeons. Or are they just drawn to each other?
Maybe 2/3rds of the way through town we were stopped by this beauty - a Red Admiral native to Tenerife I think. Peter has the detail. Vanessa Hotpants or something.
Xmas was ever-present but hard to take seriously. Jesus wasn't born in a warm country, after all, he was born in a cold country with Pine trees and sledges and Santa, wasn't he? Or why this?
Peter had always been a bit rude about the Monarch Butterflies but was willing to settle when it came to it. They were generous about sitting still for a photo and were dressed up to the 9s.
The local speckled woods, however, were as skittish as they are in this country, and just as up for a fight. Damn that blade of grass. As I was taking this photo, a fellow who looked like the psychopath in the original "Vanishings" film sidled up to us and asked in a Scandinavian accent what we were photographing. He said he was a biologist himself and from Sweden. Happily he didn't bury either of us underground.
When are the Koi not coy? When they're hungry! And at other times. Boom!
Charles, Camilla and Diana.
There were populous nativity scenes all over town.
Peter forgot himself and had a morning beer.
Yo Speckly!!!
Where are they?
Beautiful Bamboos
excessive
More monarch.
But the wise old owl says "tomorrow you will have to figure out how to get out of town!"
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