Initially everyone passed each other in the barranco with a cheery wave, and a smile, but recently the expressions were of anger, and annoyance. Everyone was fed up, the cars were dirty, dusty, and would soon need repairs from the 10 minute journey along basically a very old dirt track. The locals would stop to chat blocking the whole thing, and tempers begun to fray.
Then we heard a rumour, the digger arrived, we were all filled with hope, and the Chinese whispers begun that the road was being fixed. Workmen appeared, and phones lit up with news that the road was repaired.... praise the lord..... however, repaired is not quite true, they have in fact dug into the mountain, made the road wider, put barriers up on the broken bit and opened the road.
I cannot work out if it is genius, or pure madness, but either way I don't care, there is road, a real road, with no rocks, and no extra time added to my journey. So long live the Canarian logic and engineering!