Fuerteventura excerpts

We've calculated that the moon needs another couple of days before becoming full. Full Honey Moon.

Two British women with a baby and a little girl chase their children with their eyes from their tiny white towels. They are both reading self-help books and one seems to be quitting smoking.

My stomach, open for business 24/7, shuts down automatically when i think of the buffet dinner waiting back at the hotel. The only think i enjoy about the German and British colonization of the island is that i can have a Full English Breakfast for 4.80€ whenever i want.

North of Fuerteventura is a magma of beaches and wind. There are stone forts, knee high and circular shaped, designed for the tourist to hide from the breezes and sunbathe. We instantly love them.

Inland, there are mountains. They form the island's backbone. There are no trees. Some people have to abandon the island because there are no trees anywhere. The mountains are pretty high but washed out and they remind me of the female body. The roads are long and simple, very much like a child's drawing.

There are goats all over the place, becoming the local symbol. We have lunch with a couple of them. They make some kick ass cheese.

We have also gone South. There are less waves down there. We've followed transparent fishes into their caves. Their colourless skin made me think of the two British women.