Cofete Beach in Fuerteventura. No towns, villages or any human settlement for miles. No shops, cafes or facilities either. It is not even particularly easy to access, only through rough, serpentine dirt tracks. However, as pristine as it might look from a distance, by just looking at the sand at my feet, I felt uneasy and sad in a place that should have been one of the most beautiful ones I've ever visited. The ubiquitous pieces of plastic, the edges of which have been rounded by floating in the ocean for god knows how long and being repeatedly washed ashore, by now almost looking organic, create a strange aesthetic in these surroundings, that make one feel like walking through a post apocalyptic waste land at the edge of the world.
