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The Magic of Morro Jable

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The Canary Islands are a favourite destination for a warm winter break. Over the years I have been to the island of Fuerteventura many times. We often rented a car and happily explored the north of the island, mainly staying in the town of Correlajo and swimming in the lagoons at El Cotillo. The car hire of the car ensures a smooth departure from the airport and avoids waiting for a transfer bus which would inevitably drop off passengers at various hotels en-route to your chosen apartment.

This time it was different I had taken over a holiday that had been arranged by a friend and he had booked a transfer to a hotel in Jandia in the south of the island. As it turned out it was just  about as far south as you could go so we had time to appreciate the hills of black volcanic rock.

I did not expect to have beer and peanuts for breakfast at a beach bar  but being in the Canary Islands and some 60 miles off the coast of Africa we were happy enough to be feeling the warmth of the sun on the Jandia peninsula of Fuerteventura.

The lengthy journey the day before had meant that we had slept late and missed the inclusive breakfast at the hotel but no worries! it was February and with the temperature in the twenties we were lucky to be escaping the storms that were lashing Britain.


Before us a board walk stretched out over the wide sands from an encampment of sun loungers towards the bluest of seas. A couple of these with the big shady brolly cost 13.50 Euros (£11.30) for the day. You could of course bring big beach towels and select your own spot. We did and, between swims, moved ours several times as we advanced along to the end of the beach where in the distance a village with its square white houses sparkled in the sun like a heap of sugar cubes.  This turned out to be Morro Jable and for us a holiday 'Shangri-La.'  We were drawn to it and each day made the trip, swam in the sea and had settled happily in the shade at one of the cafes overlooking the beach.


I think it was on our third day when the thought of flying back to winter cast a shadow. We were laying  floating on our backs in the sea when we looked up and saw just behind our favourite cafe the blue balconies of the apartments Igramar Morro Jable. The decision was instant and after being shown an apartment that over looked a bit of sea and a bit of town we booked in for the following week.