Playa Chica or Los Pozos Feeling energetic this morning, I set off for Playa Chica, the lovely beach in the Los Pozos quarter of Puerto del Rosario. It was about 10am and the cool northerly wind aside – which had caused locals to don jumpers, jackets and even scarves – the day was glorious. TheContinue reading “A short walk around Puerto del Rosario Fuerteventura”
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A Lazy Day in Las Playitas, Fuerteventura
Enjoying Antigua I had no idea what sort of day I would be having when friends Gaynor and Paul invited me to lunch in Las Playitas, a tiny village on Fuerteventura’s east coast, a little north of Gran Tarajal. Mid-morning, we set off from Puerto del Rosario, taking an inland route to pick up anotherContinue reading “A Lazy Day in Las Playitas, Fuerteventura”
A Day Out and About in Fuerteventura
When I planned to spend a month on this fascinating Canary Island, I imagined getting around on public buses and placing my faith in their esoteric timetables. Instead, my fabulous friends here are showing me around. Yesterday, photographer and artist JF Olivares took me south. The day proved hazy thanks to a strong easterly bringingContinue reading “A Day Out and About in Fuerteventura”
A morning stroll in Puerto del Rosario
I had no idea when I booked an entire month in an apartment in central Puerto del Rosario that I would fall for this little port city. Little, as it has a population of 40,000, which is half the population of Fuerteventura. Formerly Puerto Cabras, the city has been the island capital since 1860. TheContinue reading “A morning stroll in Puerto del Rosario”
Arriving in Fuerteventura
Flying from the Gold Coast to Fuerteventura to arrive at the equivalent latitude in the north is a journey not to be sniffed at. It took 44 hours of travelling door to door, involving an airport shuttle, four planes, a lift in a car, a ferry and another lift in a car. Those car journeysContinue reading “Arriving in Fuerteventura”
Long gone the old ways …
As any anthropologist will tell you, the old ways of indigenous cultures the world over are always tramped on in the name of progress. Some are decimated, wiped from the earth like unwanted crumbs. Others allowed to exist on the fringes, tolerated, ignored and oppressed all at once. Then there are smaller cultures absorbed intoContinue reading “Long gone the old ways …”
The fire mountains
What can be said about driving down a narrow road carved through a lava plain, a road that goes on and on and on? The basalt that covers the land in every direction, thick, crusty, alive with lichen. Volcanoes or calderas 500 metres high and about 1 or 2 kilometres in diameter, rising up likeContinue reading “The fire mountains”
Nothing has changed…
Before I came here I was informed by one and all that Lanzarote had changed in the last twenty-six years, changed dramatically, for better or worse who can say. When I landed and saw the development, the mass of white cubes where once was rocky terrain, I had agreed, and when we headed north toContinue reading “Nothing has changed…”
Shifting perspectives
Day 6 and my awe and delight at having returned are replaced by an acute awareness. Here are some of my observations. Lanzarote is an island of contrasts. The everyday lives of the locals, with their tight knit family networks, their lives lived behind closed doors, and the tourists. Like almost all tourist destinations whereContinue reading “Shifting perspectives”
Picking up the breadcrumbs
Yesterday we took a tour of the island’s north, where the malpais (bad land) fans to the coast, the legacy of eruptions of a chain of volcanos about 5,000 years ago, two of which form the view from our farmhouse, to the west and the north. It is the route Ann took in the firstContinue reading “Picking up the breadcrumbs”
Isobel Blackthorn 