6/10. I'm up early and can read; Trump is about to become president again. I'm not sure the world will become a better place, but it will certainly become more exciting. The day will be experienced down south. I first drive down to Uga and find the LZ-702 road towards San Bartolome. It should be a beautiful road, but I'm not impressed. The sun is rising, and I'm back at Marina Rubicon far too early for Mercadillo Marina Rubicon, which is a Wednesday market, out on the harbour in Playa Blanca. I can't even get a latte in one of the countless, still closed restaurants. People are slowly starting to appear at Mercadillo Marina Rubicon, but no one is in a hurry to unpack their goods. I sit in the sun on the pier, watching the numerous fish in the clear water of the harbour. Finally, a cafe opens. I sit and watch the other guests, most of whom are still English. Not unexpectedly, Outside the city lies the popular Punta del Papagayo. It is so popular that they can charge three euros for the miserable gravel road. Then I can also see the small promontory Cueva del Aqua and Playa Mujeres. A little inland, there is sparse and dry vegetation on the sand and gravel plain, mostly salt bushes, succulents with paper flowers and Launaea arborescens. A little further out lies Punta del Papagayo, It is through the small, cosy Femés, up in the mountains, and find lunch in a small place with a nice garden. There is a view all the way down to the coast, a good three kilometres away and 370 meters I haven't planned anything else, but I can see some beaches on the way home. The first is Playa Quemada, which only has a pebble beach, but several restaurants. And it is cosy in its own relaxed way. It is completely different with Puerto Calero, which is a fashionable marina. Then follows Puerto del Carmen, which is a real town, albeit with its share of tourists. I make a big loop through the commercial area I get home again in time for dinner and an early bedtime. Day's highlights. 7/10. My plan was to cross over to the other side of the Isla Graciosa, and follow the beach Right on the outskirts, there are some strange wasp pubs in the sand. They turn out to be petrified pubs of the extinct one; Rebuffoichnus guanche. One of them become my souvenir from the island. I start on a very flat slope, where the low bushes each have their own sand dune. It's exclusively the succulents with paper flowers, Before I reach the other side, the volcano Montaña del Mojón lures me in. I walk around the double crater, but I can’t get down to the other side: Steep and loose gravel. But I can see the rocks that make up the northern coast, and it doesn’t look exciting anyway. There is a view of Isla de Montaña Clara. I have to go back near the village, and swing in Then into the bar next door, for a latte. Most of the customers seem to be loudly but nice locals. It’s tempting to stay seated, but I’d better find a beach. Just outside the town is one that initially consists of black lava and golden sandstone stones. Then the beach is sandstone until it changes I find petrified wasp pubs on the beach, along with a few shells. The sun disappears, and I wander back to the bar. It will fit in nicely with the three-ferry. The main road that led to the ferry on Lanzarote went through an area where the sand has been blown over the lava, and it will be explored on the way back. It looks Around Punta Mujeres, there is a large area that is amazingly fertile - if you are a Euphorbia balsamifera. But I am sure there are other species too, and I go for a long walk. I find one plant with a blue flower, and a few other new ones. Day's highlights. Nazareth is a beautiful sleepy town, and I get to see it quickly. Then I stop in Tiguise, this time without a market and really quiet. I get a few more photos of the old buildings and their beautiful dragon's blood trees. And just a latte and a The next stop is in the old town of San Bartolome, which has some nicer buildings in the old centre. I go for a long walk, but there won't be time for lunch. Outside La Florida, the large vineyards start, despite the fact that it's very dry here. They either have endless rows of small semicircular walls or long straight walls, all half a meter high. In Masdache there are some Fincas and Bodegas, Yaiza I continue to La Hoya with Laguna de Janubio and the salt mine. A bit further out, I find the black beach Playa de Janubio, and take a walk. In addition to an unimaginably large amount of pearl-sized lava rocks, I find some neon green algae and three salt-tolerant succulents in I continue all the way down to Playa Blanca, just for a latte - and another light lunch. I just check if the Fuerteventura ferry also sails from the pier I think, as the town has a huge waterfront. Here there is a nice mix of fishermen and tourists, although the tourists are in the majority. I try to find a souvenir, but I probably end up with a few “popcorns”. I spend part of the evening talking to a nice German girl who is going sailing for six months. Day's highlights. And then into the last page; Diary 4. |