There’s no direct road or adopted pathway directly from Playa Paraiso back to the next village La Caletta. It’s promised, but goodness knows when it will arrive. We don’t care, the informal route is fabulous - up, down, across five or six barrancas, the natural rain-drains that once every decade or so do their job, the remaining time they harbour small beaches, and great adventures.
It’s an early start as this our only free day, we enjoy the sunrise behind Roque Imoque, the Table Mountain like flat-top we climbed last November, which can be seen from everywhere in Costa Adeje.
The three miles to La Caletta take just over an hour, we pass an ad-hoc campsite, the “shanty town” we’ve walked past a few times and which I must learn more about, many disused banana plantations, and a few still growing.
From La Caletta it’s pavement all the way, as far as we wish to walk - Los Cristianos if we have time, but today we’re happy with the marina at Playa de las Americas - Puerto Colon. We walk the length of the port wall and return, then head inland to check out a couple of essential addresses we’ll need tomorrow and the available parking. Once that’s all assimilated we start our return journey, after stopping at a HyperDino, our go-to supermarket on the island and pick up various lunch-time bits and bobs. We demolish these on our return just as we pass El Mirador, our former Tenerife home.
As we return past the nudist beach we avert our eyes, instead enjoying the wonderful countryside all around us (haha!)
It’s a lovely 16 mile walkies, but we’re glad to get home and de-boot, then drop down to the pool level for a while.
I have work, so spend an hour or so on Academy matters, assisted by a pitcher of Sangria, and finally join hubby in the pool, even enjoying the disco / garage / hi nrg or whatever it is, that’s even piped into the pool so one can hear very clearly when submerged - never had a live DJ in a pool before either.
Although far from our normal comfort-zone, the Hard Rock is quite endearing. It’s a huge estate, two towers, a massive atrium in between, huge pools / gardens / sun areas / bars everywhere / numerous restaurants and a beach club at the end of the nearest barranca many floors below. I imagine a lot of resort hotels are like this, but it’s a first time for me. We’re the oldest by a country mile, ad as far away in our musical tastes too, but it doesn’t matter, if one discounts the drunken girls hollering at 03:30 that is!
After our pool time we return for Chardonnay on our balcony, sadly room service doesn’t bring our customary 18:30 canapés, but we have the remains of a Pringles tube from lunch-time - oh how the mighty have fallen!
We dine at the Rosa Centre’s Asian choice Sant, a no-frills Chinese which we really enjoy - the dim sum are great, excellent har gau, sui mai and spring rolls. Mains get a bit confused - the chicken turns up curried, not sweet and sour - but it’s all lovely anyway!
We finish our evening by checking out the sixteenth floor skybar. There’s a fire-pit here, and we sit under the nearly-full-moon and stars enjoying the same DJ as earlier playing his techno-music (still don’t know what!) just loving the alfresco experience.
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