Autumn breaks are a double-edged sword. On the one hand places are often less crowded, kids are still in school and the drunken revellers are at home, their sights set on Christmas lunches. On the other hand, however, if one wants to avoid long-haul but still get some sunshine then the options are limited. So, after casting around the supplements and trying hard to believe the cautious encouragement in Condé Nast Traveller, we’ve settled on Tenerife.
This will be a new experience for me as I like to keep at least one international border between me and tourist resorts with their Irish pubs and tattooed inhabitants. I also enjoy my food too much to work up any enthusiasm for Spanish cuisine and read today that the island’s chef of the month runs a successful Greek restaurant, for heaven’s sake. So as I write this and while the car rental voucher prints, I am anticipating the next few days with some trepidation.
The weather forecast is good – 22C and sunshine – but apparently the garbage workers are on a ‘go slow’ because their wages are late and there are muted concerns being raised again at the levels of organised crime on the island. We’re staying on a banana plantation; perhaps the wine will be good.