It was tough getting up with not enough sleep, but we dragged ourselves through the rain to the terminal, and joined the queue for bag drop. It moved pretty quickly, and we went through security pretty smartly. We didn't have time to stop for breakfast, but Christian went back from the gate to grab us some pastries to eat on the plane. We took off on time, and got tea/coffee on the flight. I dozed for a lot of it.
The landing in Fuerteventura was smooth, the sun was shining, and it was warm. What more could you want? We went through passport control, and waited a little while for our bag.
Resorthoppa texted me about the transfer, and we found our way to the right queue (the longest), and got our pass, and which bay to find the coach. It was very efficient, and the driver understood where we wanted to go. The landscape was very barren with stark volcanic mountains and dark sandy soil. Near the end of the journey the proper sand dunes started.
We tried to call Paula on the coach, but couldn't get through until we were almost in Corralejo. As we were driving around the hotels dropping people off, she told us on the phone to meet her at the Dunas Hotel. I had difficulty understanding her, and she clearly had difficulty understanding me. We got off, and asked about where to find the Dunas Hotel, including at the Maxorata Beach apartments which is the c/o address that Manuel had given us. There was no such thing, so we tried the Dunas Caleta Club, where no one had heard of Paula.
Before we tried the other Dunas hotel (Oasis Dunas) we called her again, and she agreed to meet us at the petrol station, which was right nearby. We met up with no problems. She'd been surfing and missed our calls.
She walked us to the apartment, which was actually part of the Oasis Royal complex (go figure), and across the road from Oasis Dunas. Grrr. Anyway, she settled us in, having cleaned the apartment for Manuel, and said we could call on her if we needed anything - she lived next door. Sweet lady.
We unpacked, and relaxed a little, before walking back to the main street to get some cash, have some lunch (Retro Bar and Grill - fairly ordinary - the woman who served me was British), and pick up some groceries. We needed drinking water as you can't drink the water from the taps, so bought a massive five litre bottle.
We'd bought a pizza without realising that there wasn't an oven in the apartment, and so attempted to cook it in a paella pan. It really didn't work, made a horrendous mess, and needed to go in the microwave. We opened the bottle of wine we'd bought, having a quiet night in watching the videos we'd brought with us.
The landing in Fuerteventura was smooth, the sun was shining, and it was warm. What more could you want? We went through passport control, and waited a little while for our bag.
Resorthoppa texted me about the transfer, and we found our way to the right queue (the longest), and got our pass, and which bay to find the coach. It was very efficient, and the driver understood where we wanted to go. The landscape was very barren with stark volcanic mountains and dark sandy soil. Near the end of the journey the proper sand dunes started.
We tried to call Paula on the coach, but couldn't get through until we were almost in Corralejo. As we were driving around the hotels dropping people off, she told us on the phone to meet her at the Dunas Hotel. I had difficulty understanding her, and she clearly had difficulty understanding me. We got off, and asked about where to find the Dunas Hotel, including at the Maxorata Beach apartments which is the c/o address that Manuel had given us. There was no such thing, so we tried the Dunas Caleta Club, where no one had heard of Paula.
Before we tried the other Dunas hotel (Oasis Dunas) we called her again, and she agreed to meet us at the petrol station, which was right nearby. We met up with no problems. She'd been surfing and missed our calls.
She walked us to the apartment, which was actually part of the Oasis Royal complex (go figure), and across the road from Oasis Dunas. Grrr. Anyway, she settled us in, having cleaned the apartment for Manuel, and said we could call on her if we needed anything - she lived next door. Sweet lady.
We unpacked, and relaxed a little, before walking back to the main street to get some cash, have some lunch (Retro Bar and Grill - fairly ordinary - the woman who served me was British), and pick up some groceries. We needed drinking water as you can't drink the water from the taps, so bought a massive five litre bottle.
We'd bought a pizza without realising that there wasn't an oven in the apartment, and so attempted to cook it in a paella pan. It really didn't work, made a horrendous mess, and needed to go in the microwave. We opened the bottle of wine we'd bought, having a quiet night in watching the videos we'd brought with us.
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