My legs were tired, and I wasn't sure if I was going to have to hike all the way back, but there was something else I wanted to see before I left. The fishermen rescue young sea turtles, which until their shells fully harden, are easy prey for every predator going, and have formed a sanctuary for them. I could see no signs around, and it was not at the harbour entrance, which is what the guide books say. I wandered around a bit, and then some distance away I spotted a group of people standing outside a fence, and walked over out of curiosity. As I got closer, I could see several large tanks beyond the fence. I walked over, and looked through the fence, there were a few tourists inside, and the tanks very obviously held turtles. A young lad walked over, and said, in English, "Alright mate?" He was with his two brothers, and mum and dad, who were visiting from Portsmouth, and I enjoyed spending an hour with them. With a couple of other exceptions, they were the only English people I met on my trip. After a few minutes, one of the fishermen opened the gate to the enclosure, the tourists left, and another dozen of us were admitted. There was no admission fee, not even a request for a donation.
After 5 minutes, we decided to give some other folks a chance, and strolled back towards the harbour, to admire the fish, and the clear blue waters.
The English folks were staying in the next hotel up the hill from me, and I offered to pay for a taxi if they wanted to jump in, but having come there by taxi that morning, they wanted to explore the village a bit more. I went and sat in a cafe opposite the harbour, drank a coffee, and chatted to a few of the locals, obtaining the number for a local taxi firm. Unfortunately, I was having difficulty dialling non-UK numbers from my phone for some reason, and so I decided to see if I could find a taxi rank in the village. As I was walking over to the steps I'd descended an hour before, a bus pulled up nearby, and I asked the driver if he was going back towards the Jandia lighthouse. He told me that he would be leaving in ten minutes, at noon. I chatted to him, and another couple of fellers, who he clearly knew, and then boarded the comfortable bus. The driver dropped me just before the lighthouse, and I had a look at a few shops, and more sculptures, including this one named
Lucha Constante, which I thought the Guardians might like
The shops along the front all seem to sell the same tourist tat, but I found a small supermarket, which I later visited.
Green parakeets hide high-up in the palm trees, maintaining a constant racket before occasionally flying out in spectacular fashion.
Back at the hotel, I sipped mojitos, and admired the view until dinner