Fisherman in San Agustin

The hire car went back today, so first on the agenda was finding a petrol station and topping up the fuel. Carl quickly found a service station after a quick internet search and we filled the tank there. Like most things here, petrol is much cheaper than at home. The gauge had been showing quarter empty, but it only took 17 euro 30 to fill it up (1.20 a litre rather than the 1.70 we face at home). We dropped the car back and continued (yet again) to the beach, this time for stroll along the boardwalk in the opposite direction to usual, with a stop for breakfast included.

Remembering yesterday's plan to drive up the coast to San Agustin, we suddenly decided to get a taxi there and back to take a look at the place. The guide book tells us that San Agustin was one of the first and most upmarket resorts to be developed in the south of Gran Canaria, and that it "retains a somewhat quieter, relaxed atmosphere". The beach wasn't great, we couldn't find anything even approaching a town centre, and nowhere we saw encouraged us to stop and even have a coffee. What is good is a well-maintained clifftop walk, well paved, and with shiny modern barriers, but even this peters out with a warning not to go any further because of the risk of landslides. It was from this walkway that I spotted this fisherman down below.

Because of all this we didn't stay very long in San Agustin, but got a taxi back to Playa as soon as one showed up. The driver was a bit of a character. Having quickly established where we were from, he broke into song, giving us a blast of The Wild Rover and Molly Malone and then telling us that he'd spent some time in Glasnevin. Even his old car was a bit of a character in its own right, so the journey home was a pleasant one.

After the requisite siesta, our evening meal was in Mr Greek, which had been recommended by a friend back home but had been closed when we tried it some days ago. It's tiny (room for 22 diners only), but is really popular. We were lucky to get a table for what turned out to be an enjoyable and good quality meal.

The night ended in the usual haunts, into the early hours.