Grand Canary Island III
Spain 2003
The trek to Gui Gui Beach

We embarked on a trip that would help shape and 
challenge who we were.  Previously we hiked to the 
Roque Nuble and bottom of a volcano.  We were headed 
to the most remote corner of the island and the most 
remote beach.  Gui Gui beach is only reachable by boat
 or a 16 km hike over the mountains on dangerous trails.

We drove down the mountain to a remote village.

The town consisted of a single church.  We gathered our gear.  

At the start of the hike things were looking good.

Some others followed, but soon turn back.

We were on our own with only 4.5 liters of water.

Taking a break on a dry river bead which we had to navigate across.

The path was narrow and steep and took up over 450 meters high.

At the summit of the peak there was a gap prior to the decent.

Tired and weary we could at least see our final destination.

Using a self timer we paused for a picture at the summit.

The ocean seemed almost surreal as we continued our venture.

Helena making her way down the dangerous path.

We were heading down the mountain along the side towards the valley.

At times the path was well defined, however; there was no room for error.

A cave where some people once lived.

Exhausted and hungry we ventured onward.  

Towards the bottom stood a single sign towards the next town.

The vegetation was thicker as we approached the beach.

We had made it to paradise as a single palm tree marked the way.

A small fishing village was on the corridor of the final leg.

Spanish books were left to be read / exchanged on the beach.

We were greeted by a small dog who showed us the rest of way.

Little Pepe was quite a dog (yes, I named him).

The final decent.

We ventured down to the beach.

Some interesting code, does anyone know what it means???

At low tide you can walk along the beach.

We signed out names in the sand!  Eventually the tide will wash it away!

Pepe relaxed with us on the beach.

On the way back we passed a land mark in the valley.

The meanest attack dog guarded the entrance.

We headed back up the mountain, having to ration our water and crackers.
We heard a crack in the distance an realized that rocks were falling from 
above.  We raced to safety and down the mountain.

Happy to be alive, tired and hungry we found a mountain based
 cafe about 10 km away.  

Dogs are always trying to make friends with me!

The cliffs of Puerto Rico, Grand Canary, Spain.

A lone sail boat in the distance.

Back to reality, checking email on the Internet.

El Torro. 

Nice Hat!

We feasted at the 9 euro all U can eat cafe.

Cloggy Shopping, looking very snobby!

Helena looks good with everying.

At the Aeropuerto (Airport).

Very tired but happy to be heading home.

Last minute photo at the airport.

Good bye Grand Canary Island!  Tot Zeins!  Adios!