This happens to most people here. Having just arrived at Meloneras it dawns on you that the clocks practically grind to a halt.

The only ones to measure time are those of all the joggers who fly by along the Promenade.

Sportsmen are the only ones concerned with minutes or hours, as they count down the time as they make their way along the long avenue which starts out in the Faro de Maspalomas.

Dodging in and out of the music on the terrace bars, past the spas and restaurants next to the ocean, they run along the winding maritime promenade that follows the coastline up to the last bend, where out of the blue the Meloneras beach comes into view.

This little beach which is found at the end of the walkway bathed in great weather, ready for a lazy, lazy, but very lazy, stroll.

 

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