Day 8. February 23rd.
The speed limit on the Tenerife interstate is 120mph. We are speeding in our rented people carrier at 140 mph overtaking and undertaking anything that was making us use the brakes. Europe’s ‘Final Count Down’ aptly comes on the radio. I’m relaxed and have actually never felt more at ease, which was crazy because I was late to the airport and time wasn’t on our side, hence the reckless driving. Siena Reno Airport was in the south of the island and we were still north, but for some reason I felt completely desensitized from any of the typically feelings you might experience when making a dash to catch a lonely flight. No panic and no urgency. I don’t know, maybe it had something to do with the past week’s complete spontaneous and roofless events, or maybe its because I didn’t want to leave. It’s been a week but I’ve fallen in love, and fully in sync with living life in the hazy unknown and I didn’t want to return back to the stone cold world of reality. I was feeling the nostalgia already and felt kicks in my gut of utter frustration. I had been following the boys of AmityBikeCo around all week with my Pentax and Bronica camera documenting everything they did and I wanted to carry on with our road tripping and exploring. I slouch back against the headrest, and turn my head lazily to gaze out at the glimmering ocean view speeding past us. My holiday that at one point felt like it was never going to end, was fastly approaching the finish line and the departure runway that would take me away from Tenerife. Here are some snaps of our time.
Photography and words by Eliza Moore.
Oh and everyone loves a polariod, living in the moment an all…












































































