e, but my Spanish is better than my German.

Around me were plenty of well dressed people studying their local papers from back home, as they chatted with their companions. Many were eating pastries, so I chose something I discovered whilst touring Germany in bands many years ago; Chips and Mayo, lovely, and lots of it. I ate my chips and was waited on by a German student, and he was very helpful and informative. On his advice I strolled and eventually sat on the rockier part of the beach for a whi

On Friday night in Caleta de Fuste, myself and some friends decided on a fishing trip the next morning. Like all boldly made plans, hang-overs were not accounted for. My friends, at exactly three hours after the appointed time, finally and groggily left for Morro Jable, leaving me to catch the bus south and meet with them later. I enjoy the bus journey and sometimes the point of a journey, is the journey itself, so I didn’t want a stuffy noisy car to distract me from a great journey. After an hour of travelling on the quiet mid morning roads, I arrived at Morro Jables main drag. It’s a long straight road; to one side is the sea, (after a bit of scrubland and beach), the other side is fully occupied by bars, shops, restaurants, and anything else that could be placed in a busy, yet calming line.

The other guys got their equipment ready, and unloaded bait buckets, little chairs, and other such silliness. Once all this was unpacked, they headed to the nearest caf? for a fry up. I went for a walk…

I could not be less interested in fishing, its ok, if you need to relax and kill scaly things, but I am quite calm anyway, and would much rather explore new places. With this in mind I left my weary and bleary friends to their sausages, whilst I headed into what I would call “the old town”, I am not sure if this is a proper term, but it certainly felt old compared to the main road I had just left.

The old town is located to the south of Morro Jable, and could not be more different; lots of building clustered on a hillside, intertwined with side streets and alleys. These side streets all head downhill eventually, so getting lost is pretty hard.

I started my day at the very bottom amongst the many bars and restaurants, with a spot of breakfast at a fantastic caf? right on the sea fronts main wall, next to the town’s clock. Great food and people watching are available there. As Morro Jable’s second largest nationality, German is on most signs and menus, as well as Spanish, I struggled a little, but my Spanish is better than my German.

Around me were plenty of well dressed people studying their local papers from back home, as they chatted with their companions. Many were eating pastries, so I chose something I discovered whilst touring Germany in bands many years ago; Chips and Mayo, lovely, and lots of it. I ate my chips and was waited on by a German student, and he was very helpful and informative. On his advice I strolled and eventually sat on the rockier part of the beach for a whil

avelling on the quiet mid morning roads, I arrived at Morro Jables main drag. It’s a long straight road; to one side is the sea, (after a bit of scrubland and beach), the other side is fully occupied by bars, shops, restaurants, and anything else that could be placed in a busy, yet calming line.

The other guys got their equipment ready, and unloaded bait buckets, little chairs, and other such silliness. Once all this was unpacked, they headed to the nearest caf? for a fry up. I went for a walk…

I could not be less interested in fishing, its ok, if you need to relax and kill scaly things, but I am quite calm anyway, and would much rather explore new places. With this in mind I left my weary and bleary friends to their sausages, whilst I headed into what I would call “the old town”, I am not sure if this is a proper term, but it certainly felt old compared to the main road I had just left.

The old town is located to the south of Morro Jable, and could not be more different; lots of building clustered on a hillside, intertwined with side streets and alleys. These side streets all head downhill eventually, so getting lost is pretty hard.

I started my day at the very bottom amongst the many bars and restaurants, with a spot of breakfast at a fantastic caf? right on the sea fronts main wall, next to the town’s clock. Great food and people watching are available there. As Morro Jable’s second largest nationality, German is on most signs and menus, as well as Spanish, I struggled a little, but my Spanish is better than my German.

Around me were plenty of well dressed people studying their local papers from back home, as they chatted with their companions. Many were eating pastries, so I chose something I discovered whilst touring Germany in bands many years ago; Chips and Mayo, lovely, and lots of it. I ate my chips and was waited on by a German student, and he was very helpful and informative. On his advice I strolled and eventually sat on the rockier part of the beach for a whi

I could not be less interested in fishing, its ok, if you need to relax and kill scaly things, but I am quite calm anyway, and would much rather explore new places. With this in mind I left my weary and bleary friends to their sausages, whilst I headed into what I would call “the old town”, I am not sure if this is a proper term, but it certainly felt old compared to the main road I had just left.

The old town is located to the south of Morro Jable, and could not be more different; lots of building clustered on a hillside, intertwined with side streets and alleys. These side streets all head downhill eventually, so getting lost is pretty hard.

I started my day at the very bottom amongst the many bars and restaurants, with a spot of breakfast at a fantastic caf? right on the sea fronts main wall, next to the town’s clock. Great food and people watching are available there. As Morro Jable’s second largest nationality, German is on most signs and menus, as well as Spanish, I struggled a little, but my Spanish is better than my German.

Around me were plenty of well dressed people studying their local papers from back home, as they chatted with their companions. Many were eating pastries, so I chose something I discovered whilst touring Germany in bands many years ago; Chips and Mayo, lovely, and lots of it. I ate my chips and was waited on by a German student, and he was very helpful and informative. On his advice I strolled and eventually sat on the rockier part of the beach for a whi

ing clustered on a hillside, intertwined with side streets and alleys. These side streets all head downhill eventually, so getting lost is pretty hard.

I started my day at the very bottom amongst the many bars and restaurants, with a spot of breakfast at a fantastic caf? right on the sea fronts main wall, next to the town’s clock. Great food and people watching are available there. As Morro Jable’s second largest nationality, German is on most signs and menus, as well as Spanish, I struggled a little, but my Spanish is better than my German.

Around me were plenty of well dressed people studying their local papers from back home, as they chatted with their companions. Many were eating pastries, so I chose something I discovered whilst touring Germany in bands many years ago; Chips and Mayo, lovely, and lots of it. I ate my chips and was waited on by a German student, and he was very helpful and informative. On his advice I strolled and eventually sat on the rockier part of the beach for a whi

e, but my Spanish is better than my German.

Around me were plenty of well dressed people studying their local papers from back home, as they chatted with their companions. Many were eating pastries, so I chose something I discovered whilst touring Germany in bands many years ago; Chips and Mayo, lovely, and lots of it. I ate my chips and was waited on by a German student, and he was very helpful and informative. On his advice I strolled and eventually sat on the rockier part of the beach for a while and read a book, and again watched the people passing by.

Morro Jable is not the biggest or busiest place on the island, yet it felt like a place I could live in. Hilly in one part and perfectly flat in others; many hotels are at the rear of the flat main strip, and I didn’t get a chance to explore those areas, but I think Morro is deceptively large, not huge, just a lot more than one main road and a hilly bit. After I had watched the many people relaxing, and one gentleman even stripping naked in a very shameless and brave way, I decided on another walk, and headed up to the, what seemed, newer part of town, and its lighthouse.

Once on the flat part of Morro Jable, I was pleased to see that a little private road ran the length of the main road, and was just for cyclists. Many of these were on rented dual bikes (sitting side by side as opposed to a tandem); couples raced up and down this mini road, and I wanted to join them, but I felt I would look lonely or forgetful if I rented a bike for myself with the seat next to me vacant.

I tried a few of the bars after this, as not renting bikes is thirsty work. There are a lot to choose from, as are the number of restaurants and cafes, from all over the world. As I sat at a bar and drank a beer, I noticed the restaurant next door; a pizza place, and their work load was non stop, all made fresh to order, and all delivered to the tables with smiles and professionalism. This seemed to be the case for most of the places I passed. Calm yet busy; a great combination indeed.

Sadly, my day was coming to an end, and I had to go and locate my friends. This wasn’t hard, they were at the same caf? that I left them at that morning; very drunk and very loud, and not fishing. I made a decision: I ignored them and jumped on the bus north; some days just shouldn’t be ruined.

Visit Morro Jable today, get the Number 1 bus from Rosario as it’s the scenic route through the middle of the island. You won’t regret it.