This morning we hiked to the island's highest volcano, Famara, at 653m. The hike wasn't too steep but my heels need a massage now... The view from the flat top was, needless to say, spectacular. Just before the climb we stopped by a village on the beach, a surfers' paradise, where the waves were indeed quite high. There were dunes and the sea from there was really something! You could see the surf spray going well inland. We came down on the other side of the mountain, to the village of Haria.
Back to the cars we went to the Jameos de Agua, actually the other side of the tunnel formed by the Cueva de los Verdes. This collapse had been manhandled by local architect Cesár Manrique, making thus an installation of subterranean lake of sea water, swimming pool (once a disco), and vulcanology museum. Although the latter showed the signs of age (it's been devised in the late 60s) it was all rather interesting. In the lake you can see quite a large number of white blind shrimp-like tiny creatures, normally only found in the dark depth of the sea...
Tonight we'll be dining in Teguise, in a traditional restaurant, where there'll be a reggae gig and all.
Quite a tiring day, although very interesting and intense, as usual.
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