Exploring the Stories of the Islands and the Freedoms of Third Age

Tajao: Where time Stands Still: Photo Essay


I adored the hustle and bustle of London – it’s easy to say that when you don’t have to cram like a sardine into a moving metal tube and travel under the earth each day! – but it was nice to get back to relative tranquility too.

It had rained heavily whilst I was away, and the parched, tan hillsides are turning fresh and green already. It doesn’t take long. Small, green shoots spring up all over the place within a couple of days of heavy rain, leaving you wondering where on earth they came from.

I had to trundle down to Tajao a couple of days after I got back, to take some snaps, and couldn’t help but think that the difference between Tajao and London couldn’t be more marked. This little, coastal village is one of the sleepiest places I know. A couple of elderly ladies sat on a bench watching me park up, and a dusty cat stretched out in the shade of a low wall, but at 11-ish in the morning there was little else stirring.

I ambled down to the pretty, pebbly beach, and felt like stretching out myself in the warm sunshine. The rain had evidently stolen  summer’s sting from the heat and left pleasant warmth.

More elderly ladies watched me from one of the benches along the walkway, and nodded at my greeting, as I passed them and wandered off along the path behind the beach, and another cat languidly washed its paws. Back from the beach the pathway slices between rock formations, and dust rose with each footstep. I never fail to wonder at these sorts of mighty rocks, whose violent spawning from the earth created such stark beauty.

A teenage boy approached, slopping flipflops and the dust rose even more. He didn’t respond to my greeting. I realized that hidden behind the carved out hillside was a small RV site, and it seemed intrusive to wander further, so I turned around and headed back along the beach.

I headed for the harbor, where a good number of boats quivered on the slightest of swells, and folk were fishing from the end of the wavebreak, and from the rocks all around – fishing for lunch, probably literally.

Even the gulls here were pretty laid-back, content to sit on rocks or bob on the waves, not to wheel and surf the currents of air above. A turn around the small boat yard felt like déjà vue. In fact the entire morning had felt like déjà vue. I stared at the rusting pulpo cages piled in an untidy heap alongside the ramp, wondering why they appeared so familiar.

Still puzzling, I take a seat at one of the local eateries and order a plate of lapas, but resist the temptation to add wine to the order………..

………and it’s as I’m enjoying the freshness and that distinct taste of the ocean that it comes back to me – the wire cages, the boats pulled up on the beach are almost exactly as they were fourteen months ago, the last time I was here during daytime. It really is as if time has stood still. It’s an oddly jarring sensation after the buzz of the big city, and I’m not totally sure I’m comfortable with it. I know it’s some peoples’ idea of paradise, but not mine. I like change and evolution. The sameness disturbs me. Later, looking through my photos I realize that it probably was even like this decades ago.


Author: IslandMomma

Exploring island life and the freedoms of Third Age: Challenging myself every day: writing, traveling, snapping pix, running & teaching ESL

10 thoughts on “Tajao: Where time Stands Still: Photo Essay

  1. I always love a visit to a big city put, like you, am always relieved to get back home to relative peace and tranquility.

  2. My dream would be to have enough money to search out which I wanted, the tranquility or the buzz, as necessary and not just when I can afford the fare!

  3. it’s always good to have some respite from the everyday that you know and then come back to it with more and better appreciation of what you have. really like a coming-home type of feeling.

  4. London always leaves me with a feeling of ‘glad it’s still there, glad I don’t live there. like to check out everything and enjoy it of course and experience something new too. the main and wonderful thing is the diversity. of everything, food as you mentioned, people, architecture, galleries and theatre, to mention just a few!

  5. I’d go live there in a heartbeat – but only if I had enough money to get by decently!

  6. I sometimes feel that I might be happier and better off in a place where I can easily access more culture, but all it takes is a trip to the city to quell my uncertainty.

  7. Hola, I really enjoy reading your posts as I know many of the places in Tenerife that you write about,as I lived there for 10 years.I used to be an English tour guide on jeep safaris on Tenerife and La Gomera. The places I have lived were,Las Galletas,Los Menores, Las Moriditas,Taucho,Tijoco Alto (the best 850 metres above sea level and amazing views)Las Chafiras, Las Rosas.Anyway my hobbies are photography and astronomy,and I have always had a dream. That is to get that 1 shot that would make the national or better still international front page.At 61 I do not think I will ever achieve that.But my dream also was to get my pictures published in a book. I do have over 13000 pictures that I have taken of Tenerife,La Gomera and La Palma. (and a few from the air).Would you be interested in a joint venture book you describe the place ,and I supply the pictures ? I was on holiday in my second home ( Tenerife) for 3 weeks and returned to my home in Germany yesterday. I look forward to hearing from you. Regards David. p.s. I only know your name as Islandmomma.

    Date: Mon, 26 Nov 2012 22:38:53 +0000 To:

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