1995 3 Months NYC A Jewel Eivissa Tree Abuse ECO Black Friday Bocadillo Danger! Estofado Sangria Rave Cannibis Camino Viejo Neutrinos Weather Roosters JCS The PM Plongeé Smila Customs O. J. Verdict 1995 Eivissa (Ibiza): Fish Monger A Roar MacWorld Padinkos Bye E, Hello GC Gran Canaria Where A Tour How Food Yumbo Las Palmas Playa 1995 Gran Canaria: Potpourri Norteños More Food Irishmen Heading Home USA With Dad Back at Home
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1995 Gran Canaria: In the Home Stretch
I was almost back at the bus station. I crossed the wide promenade that parallels the water; a beautiful waterfront panorama greeted me.
The view is east, toward "uptown" Las Palmas. I'm not sure how easy it is to discern in my low-resolution snapshots, but there are a dozen people wind-surfing in the breeze. I noticed the jetties didn't seem to be constructed of the same talus that I've seen in most ports. A closer look revealed that they weren't made up of crushed boulders, but rather cast concrete stars with four arms, much like a child's jacks.
I was almost back at the bus station. On a street corner I noticed large neon advertisments that would, in a few hours, be brightly lit. I always feel a little down when I see the relentless march of American products in foreign lands. A bus drove in front of me, and then I saw the bus station. My trip to Las Palmas was almost over. A block past the neon jungle was another park, within which was a beautiful little café.
The bus to Playa del Inglés was in its berth when I arrived; ten minutes later we were on our way. The last people I saw before I fell asleep was a group of ladies waiting (evidently) for another bus and a girl and boy, hand in hand, walking home.
As my eyes shut, I once again saw the many rows of houses made of "ticky tacky" that littered the hillsides around Las Palmas de Gran Canaria.
Zzzzzzzzz.
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