Tenereefer Pix

I hit Teneriffa with my main man Dominic, here seen posing near Playa des Americas.

This was the typical Tenerifa pose. Dominic and I agreed on the tiring effects of sunbathing and excessive daytime sleep.

It is an irony of fate that the Player’s Guide I printed for the trip was later imprinted on my foot.

What morally questionable young westerners do when they get bored: rent a Wrangler and hit the road.

Not that it wasn’t worth it: view of the sole vulcano of the island…

Approaching the end of the world. Somewhere near Candas del Teide, the winds picked up…

Bliss at thousandsomething meters. We Wranglered our way up the road you see on the picture, then proceeded onwards…

To the top of the world…

Only to plunge all the deeper next day.

And so the days passed, and made way to night… until one day, it was time to return… to Swissilization.