Light at the end of the tunnel

We made it. After a three hour drive mostly spent on devices of all sizes and shapes (except for the driver), with just a 10 minute pit-stop at Obama Plaza (I kid you not), we finally made it to La Pointe des Espagnols. A place famous for having offered no short supply of jagged rocks and shite weather to the once mighty Spanish Armada. 
As there was bit of light left and hardly any rain, we all decided to head for an appetite-building walk in the vicinity.