Winter in Berlin comes with heavy cold wind, cold showers of rain, snow, red frozen noses and sticky tongues on the metal handles of the doors. This might sound like a nice holiday time for..polar bears. But for me not so much.
So I jumped into an AirBerlin plane and told the pilot:
“Hey, coachman, take me to a hot and sunny place, bitte! Preferably Sahara.”
But the guy was nice and dropped me from the plane 500 km before reaching Sahara, on a gorgeous volcanic island: Gran Canaria!
This is the story in pictures of our first week in Granka!
After a 5 hours flight, I have set foot in Gran Canaria driven by one single thought:
I’m hungry! And so the chase for food began.
Very soon I have noticed there was a tough competition. Everybody on the island was searching for food.
After a while, I found a beach bar. But the guy at the entrance seemed pretty dehydrated and underfed. So I didn’t take that risk.
It was clear: I had no choice but hunt something myself. In the water:
The hunger was stinging so hard that a medusa suddenly seemed a delicious option:
Everybody was laughing at me:
Including Santa Claus dressed up as Fidel Castro:
And his cow:
And some aliens which disappeared quickly leaving behind just some small traces:
A few days later I have finally found some food. For my thirst 🙂
I emptied the bottles of beer in a blink of an eye which left some people in shock and Frieda Kahlo envious.
They called the police and the bomberos.
What shall I do?
I stole an old, shabby car and rushed through the city.
We managed to escape to Santa Catalina Park:
Where we have also found some bocatas
Dare to live your own adventure!