LuisIt was markedly warmer on the east coast of the island, and the buildings huddled on the narrow streets of Puerto del Rosario trapped that heat. As I stepped out of my air-conditioned car, the hot air hit me as though I had flung open the door of a kiln. I hurried to the gym thinking there must be something wrong with me as most Brits hanker for that kind of weather. As I pushed open the door, another worry gripped me, and I paused, self-conscious. Feeling the heat rush in and the cool rush out, I made a decisive move, hoping the muted lighting would obscure the redness of my thighs.
A quick scan around and I saw the room was almost empty, and no one seemed to have taken any notice of my entry.
I went to the counter and paid the single session rate to an older, wizened-looking guy wh
