One minor issue concerned my room. This is what it looked like when I went in:
Someone, somewhere, typed the wrong number into a computer. I'm now in a different room, which is properly made up. I share it with a cockroach the size of half a teabag, but we don't bother each other. There must be close to 20 wall switches here and I don't know what most of them do, other than make a distant noise. The one light I really do want to switch on, which is above the table, responds to none of the switches.
The table is close to a wall socket, which is good for when I want to use my laptop. It's glass, though which looks classy but is not what you want when you're using an optical mouse.
Here's what the hotel atrium looked like last night:
Yes, those are dancing girls. I don't think I've stayed in a hotel with dancing girls before, even in Las Vegas.
This morning, I'm going too explore the local town, whatever it's called. Most people are going on a catamaran ride to see sharks and dolphins and the contents of their own stomachs, but I didn't take out any travel insurance (my attempts were denied because I'm still waiting for the results of last week's blood test and that makes me uninsurable) so I thought I'd better give it a miss. Lots of people are taking it, though, even ones older than me. Besides, if that catamaran sinks, it'll take out half of the cream of Europe's game developers, and someone has to be left to hold the fort.
This afternoon, I'm off on the trip to look around the astrophysics institute on Mount Teide. It'll just be my luck for the dormant volcano to wake up so fate can get its revenge for my avoidance of the catamaran.