Living in the hills of Tenerife, the sights, sounds and smells seem amplified to epic proportions. Whether it’s the pungent smell of a dozen goats’ bottoms, the distant howling of my psycho neighbour or the slap-in-the-face, poke-in-the-eye, boot-in-the-balls astonishment at the night sky. I LOVE LIVING HERE.
I used to live down there (he says pointing southwards), amidst the scrum of tourism. It was like living in a goldfish bowl. With a 20,000 watt spotlight in your face. And a million mad monkeys acting up 24/7.
Not good, no sir, not for me anymore. Gimme the moonlight, gimme the stars … gimme the silence of the hills any day. Well, silent except for the goats. And my crackpot neighbour. And that blinkin’ rooster who doesn’t have any inkling of when morning actually is. And the choir of dogs across the valley who think they’re in a boy band. Apart from that it’s very peaceful here.
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