Sounds Like Pan Pipes!
As Sunday dawns, we decide to head out to the northern parts of the island, to a Sunday market in the town of Teguise. It's another breathtaking scenic drive. The black hills are incredible, and the hillsides are full of these symmetrical round craters (apparently for the purposes of growing stuff, vines and whatnot). Every now and then you see the odd lonely looking white house by the hillside. But for the most part, there's nothing but empty space.
Teguise is a fine little village located on top of a hill. The former capital of Lanzarote, says the little tour guide. Unfortunately, the market itself doesn't seem to offer much more than your average collection of fake designer bags and wallets. UNTIL we come across a whole table lined with pan flutes all sizes. The thought of Pekka blowing notes into one of those puppies is enough to make us invest 20 euros into a semi-credible looking instrument. Johannes gets so excited that he finds it almost impossible not to play it while driving us back towards Playa Blanca. As a result, our driver is soon completely winded, and barely able to keep us on the road...
On the way back, we make a rest stop on what appears to be a small wine farm on a beautiful scenic spot. Right by the side of the road, there's also a small white chapel that looks like something out of Tarantino's "Kill Bill" movies. Kari is adamant about all three of us posing for some potential promo shots. Of course Pekka will have to be Photoshopped in later. Either way, the pictures (particularly some mad shots of Johannes with his hair open) look great. The early afternoon sun feels really really warm, and there's an incredible silence as we stand around looking at all the hills and plains around us.
Back home, the sun is directly hitting the outdoor terrace, and we quickly roll open the kidney shaped swimming pool. Shirts go off in a flash, and I grab my goggles and hit the cool refreshing water first. Johannes takes a quick dip, but opts on the hot tub instead. Kari stays around a little longer. The sun feels so good I can't stop myself from going on another run. Another five or six kilometers by the Atlantic — ahhh... Although I am reminded of the dangers of exercise at the end of it all, as I pull something in the back of my neck while stretching myself too violently and too late. Always warm up those muscles, idiot.
Kari and Johannes continue working on "Dry Cooler". The lyrics are coming along slowly, and I've been writing for a couple of other tracks as well. But it's coming along, and we should get around to trying out some vocals soon enough. The neck is distracting me, and I decide to put my mind to rest in the kitchen. Three big-ass servings of Spaghetti alla carbonara (with some pine seeds) is tonight's course.
I go to bed hoping my neck still moves when I wake up.
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