The Carnival is over.. and the last post.

 After 570 posts and almost 15 years Greyrocks is administering the coup de grace to this blog, but will leave it available as a record of travels in retirement.

March has been yet another month with little to commend it. We are still suffering with our skin complaint, the weather has frequently been unpleasant - particularly the  cold evenings and dramatic winds - much of the month was in Level 3, so indoor bar space was limited, the carnival had no public events nor processions, and the news has been utterly depressing!

We have spent a lot of time at home, and there is a something positive to report in that the apartment we have bought in anticipation of our reduced mobility has been let on a long term basis. It took less than a week to engage an agent, show it to ne couple and accept their offer at the asking price. The nightmare clearance with all its consequences and the renovation are behind us

But we are still working - with a lot of help from Chloë - on remote furnishing of the new place in Paleochora, and we are faced with a logistical problem over Yvette. She still sits in the parking at Girona airport - full of belongings including two bikes and our warmer clothes. This year we would have expected to pick her up for her last drive back to UK, but it makes more sense in terms of time, money, Spanish law and mental health to dispose of her in Spain and somehow get the most significant contents back by another means. How we resolve this might be worth relating in a post, but no!

For the foreseeable future our years will be divided between a maximum dollop of Crete, ditto Corralejo with a trip to Goa, a bit of UK and no touring!  There's not enough there to document. Thank you, Brexit!

So - best wishes to our follower(s)

Hors de Combat! Why February is low on posts

 .... Well, it has in fact been worse!

Bet there are fleas and other pests in there, too!

There has been little to amuse or intrigue, We have been almost nowhere interesting and life has been a round of cleaning, with a fortune spent on pharmaceuticals. Poor fare for a jolly "happy retirement" blog! And much of this is self-inflicted! So a single report from the Slough of Despond this month, and we hope that normal service will soon be resumed!

So first those aspects of the month that all living or holidaying here have experienced: weather and Covid! 

Greyrocks has long considered February to be the worst month for Canarian weather; but this one has had everything. Winds and high seas have led to ferry cancellations, the calima has been so drastic on occasions that flights were delayed, and - whilst there have been quite a few sunny afternoons - the evenings have been bitter:- relatively, of course! There was one week which led to remarks that if this was the week chosen by tourists for some winter sun there would be great disappointment, and probably no return! But tourism has been substantial. There was until now an absence of British kids, owing to the vaccination rules, but they are here now for half-term. Down at the marina water-based leisure is booming, and the surfer numbers are huge, so the economy is doing well.

That is a double-edged sword! Some of the "tribes" that abound are those least likely to comply with the health norms! This month has seen staggering Covid data.

Since the festive season it has been normal to see a number of new daily cases over 100. Admittedly the number of recoveries has frequently exceeded it, but at one stage the number of active cases was near 1500, which with a population of 123 000 led to us being the "dirty island" of the archipelago. February also saw both the best and the worst days for hospitalisation, and the number of deaths reaching 30. We both felt that -at last - we were over the filthy colds we had harboured since November, and felt our fairly cautious approach to going out/out had been wise in that we were still clear of Covid. 

What we did suffer, however, was in some ways worse, and is ongoing as we approach March. It all revolves around what could be called a "rash purchase"! Steering clear of naming, blaming and shaming, and of excessive detail, we report that we have been infested and forced into a run of urgent expenses because the apartment we bought just before Christmas in preparation for our very old age and will be letting out in the interim was left in a state of chaos and hidden nasties. In clearing it out we have both been attacked on two pest fronts and in both properties! At one stage we were waiting for new mattresses for own home and had to spend a run of nights in the emergent new place. As icing on the cake our own cooker - twenty tears old - gave up the ghost so we were also coping with the wait for that too be replaced.

 A grim period! We still have to undergo messy skin treatments, and uncomfortable nights. with no certainty as to when we may be clear! Watch this space for news of a more upbeat Greyrocks! 

The Two Faces of Janus

..... neither of them particularly smiley! Normal January for Greyrocks means Goa, but of course neither 2021 nor 2022 can be regarded as "normal". Rather than a lotus-eating tropical sojourn we have been beset by obstacles and bad news, with nasty surprises and time spent on necessary but tedious tasks. Even this blog had to go well down the list of "to-do"s so that this post will be started in January and updated in calmer moments! 

Muted Celebrations:

The month (and year) started pretty well, with a very Covid-aware New Year's Eve. In contrast with the previous one the town was very busy and the infection rate on the way up. We saw what happened last time around midnight, and had no desire to be anywhere near "that sort of thing". Also our favoured restaurant was not offering lobster, so we had dinner early and arranged to see in 2022 in a roof-top assignation between terraces with the nice neighbours. The meal was much lower key than normal - not least because in spite of our pre-order there was no lobster, so we had to have several cigalas instead, and we under-ordered :- a very rare event! Later we watched "Later" with Jools Holland, and then took our fizz up to the roof, which gave a great view of the fireworks

 

Spanish thoughts at this point turn to Kings, which of course was a trimmed back Covid affair, with the kids' visits to Their Majesties by appointment only and somewhat out of town. Our dealings with them were a surprise. Around midday on 5th we were resting at one of our regular haunts at the top of the High Street when there was hooting and general kerfuffle. It was the "procession" that traditionally travels round Corralejo and the villages. This year it consisted of a king in each of the open-top cars - no wives, no pages, no sweets, no camels!

Infection

January was the month in which the Covid story was rewritten in Fuerteventura. As predicted the numbers were up after all the festivities, but we somehow escaped the tightest level of restrictions, and indeed hospital pressure with the Omicron variant taking its time to arrive.  

and Infestation

This is a sad story of wasted money, time and sleep, which will be followed up in due course.  February has got to be better for Greyrocks.... 

Consigning 2021 to the "Basura"!

Basura

Well! "We are still here!"

Greyrocks reviews the ending year with little enthusiasm, great relief and some trepidation.

Firstly, our location statistics have the simplicity that comes from a pandemic and Brexit! Namely: UK nil, Goa nil, France nil, Crete 90 days as decreed by Schengen, Cyprus coming in as a late entrant owing to its non-Schengen status and the rest in the sun with home comforts, a good free health service and  - until six weeks ago - little likelihood of catching Covid!

Our escapades in these places and the migrations between are amply narrated in the rest of the 2021 posts.

 Chloë and Jack were with us for a few days in January after their return from New Year in Gran Can, and in Paleo for a couple of weeks in September.

We have followed closely the data on Covid in all of the above places, and can only be aghast at the mismanagement from the English (sic) government. 

Enough of that! Things are now getting bleak in the Canaries, so there will be posts about the situation and the fate of Greyrocks.

Bizarrely, however, there seem fewer deaths of people of significance to us. Here they are:

Yes: they are all white chaps! (Greyrocks could have made a gender balance gesture with the addition of Janice Long - the first female DJ at the BBC)

Charlie Watts was the most self-effacing of the Stones, but considered by many to be the best drummer in rock. Greyrocks certainly has many numbers with his perfect input on their Desert Island list.  

Also contending would be "Music" by John Miles, although for us a "one-hit-wonder".

Raking back into our music history also off to in the gig in the sky were Don Everly and Michael Nesmith - the latter being wasted on the Monkees.

Amongst the actors we single out Ronald Pickup, latterly in various blockbusters but we loved his portrayal of Prince Yakimov in the 1987 TV series "Fortunes of War".

Finally - whilst not greatly rating his humour - we note the passing of Jethro the Cornish comedian. A much loved character in Corralejo, whom we visited on his deathbed, from Port Isaac retold many of his long-winded jokes.

 

Redressing that ethnicity unbalance somewhat, and eclipsing the others by miles Greyrocks marks the death (just inside 2021) of Desmond Tutu. As a dedicated opponent of apartheid and champion of human rights he was a hero of Greyrocks, with Ruth's younger self having done her little bit for the struggle.

Meanwhile back in Corralejo the British ex-pat community lost "Football Paul" after a short illness. We joined a large section of it at his wake:- socially distancing ourselves, of course!

Rough conditions and a "Bridge Too Far"

The mural on the revamped Nautical School was completed a few weeks ago and it is mighty fine! The image could be - and in this case is - a symbolic representation of troubled times here on the island and particularly in Corralejo. We have some terrible Covid data, the weather is bad and Greyrocks has been suffering health-wise. Not helping at all was the occurrence last weekend of the puente of the Constitution. A reminder here that this starts the seemingly interminable Spanish Festive Season! There are two "Bank Holidays": 6th and 8th December, so schools close to pupils for 7th as well. This year we are blessed with those three days being Monday to Wednesday. Hence that's Friday to Wednesday  to use for a trip to the seaside! A "bridge" too far this year! 

Wow! Look at those Numbers!

Greyrocks has been concerned with a lot of numbers over the last couple of weeks with joy and despair alternating!

75 was the age attained by Bob last week. We had hosted a pair of parties for our Paleo pals back in September which was about midway between Ruth's 70th and this major birthday. So now it was time to invite our closest Fuerte friends for an afternoon in the sun. At the time of planning the island was in Covid Level 1, so an exterior table of twelve was the limit and tapas-centred catering was ordered accordingly/ Then came the news on levels, so it became two tables of six - and in practice two tables of five as two invitees dropped by the wayside. Greyrocks sat one per table and rotated, the food was excellent and the sun shone brightly throughout. 

A few days later - and including the Big Day itself - we took a  three-day trip away from home. In pre-Covid times this might have been to another island, but we decided the risk and hassle weren't worth it so it was a bus and a taxi to Caleta de Fuste, but to a classy joint! We have been unable to swim indoors since the Bahia Real closed without notice on 24th January 2020, leaving us with nine pre-paid sessions. It is due to re-open tomorrow, but after being sold, so future prospects are an unknown. Hence the choice of Caleta, where the Barcelo Thalasso Spa offers hotel guests a reasonably priced deal on some of the facilities including their indoor "pool". It is not as big as it looks and the intrusive bubbling makes sustained swimming difficult, but we did go twice, the room we had was very good and the three meals we had as half-board guests were remarkably pleasant in spite of the huge number of guests in a buffet format! The plan to go again to the spa on departure day was abandoned in the face of rain and very cold weather. We got an earlier bus back than planned!

Huge efforts have been made to improve the holiday offer of Caleta, and there are some very nice bits! The beach is now very welcoming and ideal for children, but as a recent poll in UK shows that a serious majority of over-65s still support Brexit and did vote Tory in 2019 it is hard to feel enfolded in a warm embrace there when you are ex-metropolitan liberals and enthusiastic Europeans. Small doses and carefully selected bars!!

Two more of the numbers are the names of good restaurants in Caleta de Fuste. 15 is an old favourite where the number reflects a menu construction policy. We ate there for Bob's birthday dinner and found it as good as ever. There might be a fuller critique on Trip Advisor in due course, but we were glad to have honoured them on an important occasion. We have no idea why 555 is so-named, but we went there because they do Moroccan dishes. One tajine was well up-to-scratch but the lamb one less so. A good wine list, though!

Now we are back home and the data is not good! This week we have seen an 18th death from Covid, the island has the worst numbers in the archipelago: 232 active cases cases on Friday, a 7-day IA rate of 264 in our home council area when risky starts at 50, and there is every possibility that we will move to Level 3 in the review on Thursday.  Today it was reported that of the six people in hospital in Puerto del Rosario three are in Intensive Care. That's bad news!!

Even so, the record value of 50,000 for daily new cases in the UK last week is testimony to several of PM Johnson's personality traits that make him unfit to govern. Shall we count the ways?

A speed bump in the road to recovery

 Greetings from the "Sick Person of the Canaries"! Having been the last island to get back into Level 1 of the Covid restrictions we have become the first to leave! Last Thursday the announcement came that we would be back in Level 2 from this Monday - just a calendar month since we were last there! Our data was slightly better in some respects than (much smaller) La Gomera and they stayed in 2, but justifications have been abundant since - based mostly around the figures for the over 65s.

 The worrying data:

Greyrocks lives in La Oliva!!

and the following Thursday (yesterday) Lanzarote and little La Graciosa suffered the same fate!

Greyrocks casts around for the reasons! The nasty racists (of which there are a good few here) blame the "illegals", but they are tested and vaccinated and not mixing with the population as a whole, and incoming tourists are either tested or vaccinated, so is it residents? 

This month there was yet another puente with the All Saints bank holiday falling on a Monday. That long weekend was remarkably busy in town with masks and social distancing barely seen. British and Irish tourism is booming. The weather is beautiful for November (although out of range for outdoor swimming as far as Ruth is concerned), and the hospital is not overwhelmed with Covid cases. The "fly in the ointment" is the data, which justifiably leads to the seesaw in restrictions. (Greyrocks' planned party with a table of 12 now has to be two tables of 6!) With today's number of active cases on the island standing at 160 there must be the possibility of moving to Level 3, which does start to adversely affect us and our circle!

Ever mindful of risk and eager to exploit our residency we spent last Friday in and out of the Health Centre. We had three appointments in four hours: blood extractions and ECGs -results of which we see this afternoon - and vaccinations in both arms, these being a Pfizer booster and this season's 'flu jab. All very efficient and cheerily executed, as was our trip to the municipal offices to sort out our entitlement to travel discount, which we feared had disappeared thanks to Brexit, and had caused such grief in Barcelona airport as we returned here! It seems we are still entitled to this generous perk, but it cannot be issued via the website as our new TIE cards must be physically inspected. This will be a nuisance in terms of autumn returns for Greyrocks (they only last 6 months at a time) but another bouquet for the Canaries! 

We are glad and lucky to live here, but don't forget the mask!