A TripAdvisor a„c TripWow slideshow of a blog Trip to Tarifa, Spain and Canary Islands by blogger TravelPod Redbikini entitled "Tarifa - kite surfing capital of Europe!"
Redbikini travel blog entry:
"The other day scorchingly hot I leave the small town of Casares behind the head and down the hills towards the coast and Algeciras. I'm winning three couchsurfers ... an American, a German and an Estonian. I'm starting to regret giving a lift to have arranged two tents, two Thermarest, stove, water, wetsuit, a cooler and my own material there is little room for someone else's luggage .. Luckily, the train and bus station are opposite each other in Algeciras on Calle San Bernardo. Things have improved. The train was delayed an hour, but I am having a great blond girl Nicole German bus and together we walk the streets .. in this sprawling port city of "regular".
Somehow I manage to squeeze everyone and all their luggage in my car, the timid ants Estonian is stuck in the back with Nicole, Emy American chatters to me from the front seat. Shes the oldest of the group CS at 57 .. shes everything sold in the United States and wanders the world.with the kind of bag that would not even give me a weekend. I make a mental note to throw more things. The road climbs steeply Algeciras to Tarifa, the furthest point south-west of Spain ... it would be the most dangerous section of road in all of Andalusia. Opinion transmit this force. The road twists and winds through dusty brown hills covered in majestic windmills Tarifa just before you are entitled to great views of the coast of North Africa. There is a look at point along the way, but we continue to lead our eyes scanning the horizon. We'll continue to Tarifa and another 5 km from Rio Jara ... Our campsite for the next 2 nights. This is the first in a series of campsites on the route from Tarifa - in my opinion the most beautiful stretch of coastline in mainland Spain. Miles and miles of white sandy beaches, pure fat and ugly the urbanization of the south. Most likely it is the famous high vientos Tarifa - who saved him from the massacre, but also its deserved reputation. The sky is dotted with a mass of brightly colored sails, the trademark of the kite surfing.
We land and start up the tents. As I am puzzled about where to put my posts .. shaved tanned Italian - Vitorio - come and ask me a lift to the supermarket ... i protest feebly that I have only just arrived. But it's sofa-surfing when philosophy is to share everything (including my car) and they have nothing to eat. I saw his two friends looked at me patiently Seville .. Elvis, a young Austrian Vienna with piercing dark eyes and Luce, another Italian. I give in. and they all turn to thank me profusely.Nicole prepares an order .. The guys around deftly sweeping the supermarket and buy beer, ham, bread and wine. On the way home ... I nearly decapitated Elvis as I fumble with the lever on top of my head and rub convertible.He assures me politely hes fine ... I'm not so sure ... In the absence of incidents more we return to find my tent - with a minimum of tent pegs and only a few points to Nadia collapses are not as important as its no wind (now!). We break the beers from some tortilla .. and prepare for fun.
couchsurfers are some of the friendliest people on the planet. .
