Unfit on the Teide

Beneath the Hat

I got myself a free night in a hotel and my name (misspelled) in the Tenerife local rag once. It’s not as glamorous as it sounds, in fact, it was a real wake up call.

I’d had enough of the UK, it was mid-winter and I wanted some sunshine. With nothing holding me down except a job that I despised, I packed my rucksack and flew out to Tenerife to find some work with a view to set up and possibly stay. To save some funds I was living in a campsite, it was brilliant, there was a large contingent of people with the same idea as myself, all escaping the cold and looking to find work, or to just relax. Everywhere you go on Tenerife, the volcano Teide looms over you, for such a small island, this is a huge chunk of rock. One night, over a roaring fire…

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