Cloudy today, even rained for a bit. Didn’t like Playa Blanca at all but you gotta take the rough with the smooth, the poise and sophistication with the lager swilling Gor blimey! accents and the ‘Where’s me fish and chips, mate. Hurry up, why don’t ya!’ crowd. It was a gentle day, though a bit flat in places, which my hips do not like a lot of. Still, I’m done.
The little scarecrow keeping the birds off the veg with his designer patches. Leaving Yaiza, and the wind is already getting up.Gawd! Imagine climbing up something like that. I know the path on La Graciosa is steep but I hope not that steep.A fruit farm maybe, and I’m thinking how do these places survive? Surely you can’t produce anything like enough to make any type of living. Yet, it seems to be thriving, so what do I know? I’ve had miles of this rough gravelly stuff and I’m about to go over a hump so, my last look back at the volcanoes of the park, which still feel warm to the touch apparently.And down into the village of Las Breñas. Where the mini cacti have come together in a religious service to initiate their newest member into the cult. However, she (the green ball shaped one tinged with red) is having second thoughts and is making a getaway.The supercharged, dual carburettor, double overhead camshaft, hyper-revving engines have revved down for a few mins.I can feel the air pressure change, very strange. Prob just the breeze lifting and static.Playa Blanca and beyond, the small dark island of Isla de Lobos and the bright sandy beaches of northern Fuerteventura.I need the camels and their centuries of deposited dung to make this nice and smooth. I wonder about these broken stone lava fields and how old they are because I don’t suppose they change much over the centuries, or millennia. Turns out though, that these may come from the 1730s eruptions.Playa Blanca from the harbour, looks quite pleasant from here but ye Gods! the press of humanity on the promenade and it’s Feb! not even half-term.The ferries that could have taken me to Fuerteventura and the continuation of the GR131. I was so tempted.Finished but waiting for the bloody bus again, face.
Shortly after that photo of the ships, having had some coffee, I stepped out to rush to the bus stop and it rained on me. Needn’t have bothered, bus didn’t come for 40 mins. Had plenty of time to dry out. Lanzarote is done and if the wind isn’t very bad, the little ferry to La Graciosa will run tomorrow (every time I write that I think of Hermione in HP) and I might try the volcano rim.
