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Published: January 14th 2011
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Finally, a place where I have not been, after having been to both Morocco and Spain the rest of the people on the trip thought there was no place on this earth where I have not traveled. Tenerife is a small island apart located in the Canary Islands. Our day started off rather early, waking up at 7:45 for breakfast we then proceed to meet our group in the main theater on board the ship. Eventually we followed our tour guide to the bus, which unfortunately for me this bus ride would be five hours of hell. The terrain of Tenerife is extremely mountainous but floral due to the island having a few volcanoes, which have erupted thus making the ground fertile. The downfall of all this at least for me was that the islands roads stretched form the bottom of mountain to the top, but instead of going up and down or left and right, the roads were just all twists and turn. It literally felt like I was a rollercoaster mixed with a bumper car ride, add to this the frequent sensation of stopping and going, it was no wonder the whole time I was about to throw up
the entire time. Between my stomach feeling like it was in my throat and the tour guide rambling on and on about this and that, Tenerife was not the best experience of my life, but do not get me wrong the island was beautiful and had some of the prettiest beaches I have ever seen. Anyway the few times we did stop to take a walk and look around, lets just say it took every inch fiber of my being, not to kiss the ground and praise God almighty for the nice firm and solid ground underneath my feet.
Our first stop was the local market place and church. Though I am not one for religion and almost never go to church when I am home, I do enjoy looking at different countries churches and places of worship, The church was really pretty, however, I felt really strange invading and taking pictures of a community place of worship. Especially when they are right there praying and giving you death glares left and right, I truly thought a few of them were going to jump over their pew and take my camera and smash and it, and then proceed to
strangle me. However, if they did that I would probably have thrown up on them since was already feeling a little motion sickness. After a look at the church we then went to the market place, which had clothes, animals, flowers, and lots of food. Next, we got back on the bus and the rest of the tour is kind of a really big blur because while I was on the bus I was too busy trying to keep my eyes closed and making sure I did not throw up on my poor friend Lyndsey who had the bad luck of sitting next to me on the bus. I do remember a few brief stops, which showed us a great view of the island. At these stops one could see all the houses of the people who lived on the island, the many different types of flora and fauna, which grew on the island, and the majestic blue ocean where salvation lay for me and my sick stomach in the form of our elegant ocean cruise liner.
After the few viewpoint rest stops we finally stopped at a place where we were to have a wine and cheese tasting;
however, due to me feeling sick I did not have any cheese and no wine, which I was extremely depressed about since I love wine though either way I would have passed on the cheese. So I fell on the other great love of my life, nice and crunchy, soft and fluffy bread which did settle my stomach for at least a little while, however, it was not meant to be because it came back as soon as we got on the bus. I decided to stay outside and eat the bread in the fresh air, which was really nice since I had a great view of the green mountain valley, while I snacked on the bread.
Eventually we had to get back on my tormenter of the day, the bus of sickness and death. After traversing the roads back down to the beach we once again stopped for a brief pit stop at one of the beaches. Besides the beautiful water, which was surprisingly warm, the beach had a really nice walk along its edge, which held rocks one could climb and get really cool pictures. As I was walking along the beach I was hoping, no not
hoping, but begging I did not have to get back on the bus. I would have walked all the way to the ship, I did not care how far it was at least I would not be sick and I would get some really good exercise. However, fate was not kind to me since I did have to get back on that bus and once again feel as if my stomach was in my throat.
Eventually we made our way back to the ship, and though I was sick and wanting to get off as fast as I can from this boat I did not charge off the bus while throwing people out of my way, I waited my turn until I was able to get off and then took a deep breath of that cool crisp ocean air. The rest of the day was one full of staying at the pool and reading, and then resting and more reading in my room. Tomorrow we would arrive in another port, an island off the coast of Portugal, amazingly I have not been here either.
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