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| Grand Surf Hostel |
Separated between the bare, sandy stretch of the South and the luscious vineyards and sculptural flora of
Teide,
Tenerife beams with beauty that is largely manmade - but there is a primitive, archetypal magic that runs through this land's blood.
The laid back surf centers of the buzzing
El Medano, the vertiginous road that welcomes dizzy visitors into the arms of scenic
Masca, the desolate moonscape of the tallest mountain in Spain, the enigmatic and majestic
Teide, share a hypnotic charm.
The tourists and the hotel complexes, the cars and the busy highways at times become too much - but you can count on a peaceful hideaway buried in golden sand always hanging around the corner...
Sountrack:
Twillight, The Score by Carter Burwell - an ode to road-tripping in the heart of Teide.
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| El Medano: A knack for Bauhaus |
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| A hymn to Bela Tarr in Tenerife South |
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| This is how El Medano does tapas |
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| ...and toilets |
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| From the Gran Canaria to Tenerife, all ages gather for workout a la playa |
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| Quiet sands |
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| ...and the beach does Bauhaus |
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| In the shadow of Los Gigantes (spot the giants) |
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| Morning vertigo |
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| Masca: With the head above the clouds |
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| Chez Arlette |
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| Welcome to Teide |
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| Poetry in sculpture |
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| Moonlanding |
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| Deserted |
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| ...and the radio suddenly tunes into '60s Japanese avant-garde |
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| Cruising the clouds |
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| Space odyssey |
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