tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82479037689453122162023-11-16T06:40:30.188+00:00Lanzarote on FootCaminantehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17646486944120926042noreply@blogger.comBlogger12125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8247903768945312216.post-82217850668850980272014-02-15T20:31:00.000+00:002014-02-17T16:35:07.518+00:00San Francisco on Foot<div style="text-align: center;">
In response to<a href="http://sepiasaturday.blogspot.com.es/2014/02/sepia-saturday-215-15-february-2014.html"> Sepia Saturday</a>'s meme of old photos of Glasgow, I thought I'd expand my remit of walking in Lanzarote to that of walking in Spanish founded cities - in this case, San Francisco - because I have a set of photos I took which must count as veteran, if not vintage. In November 1974, I was a young RAF engineer officer, and got a wonderful chance to go on a 7 week detachment of Vulcan bombers to Australia and Singapore. It was even more wonderful than I expected, because the separation decided me that Little Nell was the girl for me, a decision I have never regretted in 39 years. Anyway, back to the meme. En route in our turboprop Bristol Britannia, we landed at McClellan USAF base near Sacramento, California. As we had about 18 hours until our onward flight to Hickham Field, the USAF base near Pearl Harbor, Honolulu, a group of us hired a minibus and went on a day trip to San Francisco.</div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">And up Market Street, passing the cable car turntable at the Powell Street intersection. ( I apologize for the blur, but it was point and shoot out of the bus window). This photo was the one that lead me to use the trip based on Alan's crowd theme. The building on the right, which is now GAP, is the Flood Building (http://www.floodbuilding.com) a well-known landmark which, at the time housed the largest Woolworths in the USA - do you remember the logo?</span></div>
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And here it is today</div>
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Having parked, we started to explore on foot and cable car. Below, is a view from Nob Hill down I think, Leavenworth Street,</div>
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towards Fisherman's Wharf,</div>
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which hasn't changed much in 40 years (Google Earth view).</div>
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From there, we walked to Telegraph Hill,</div>
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and climbed the tower. Facing the camera is my soon to be best man, Dave Osborne.</div>
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And here I am looking out towards Alcatraz and the Golden Gate Bridge</div>
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probably one of the most spectacular city views I've ever seen. </div>
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as the Transamerica Pyramid (http://www.thepyramidcenter.com/) </div>
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Having done a fair amount of walking, we stopped for coffee at the famous Enrico's on Broadway Street in the Tenderloin - one of the locations in Bullitt - now closed.</div>
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a pair of revolutionary films - we didn't have time to catch them (But we did in Honolulu!) </div>
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Here is the Cinema, now a wine bar!</div>
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And here, finally, is your hero, dressed to suit a 1970's America!</div>
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To see what other Sepians have made of today's prompt, go to this week's<a href="http://sepiasaturday.blogspot.com.es/2014/02/sepia-saturday-215-15-february-2014.html"> Sepia Saturday</a>.<br />
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Caminantehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17646486944120926042noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8247903768945312216.post-22440646527106696892013-10-26T11:15:00.000+01:002013-10-26T11:15:28.254+01:00Caminante Revisited<br />
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Sepia Saturday is celebrating its 200th edition this week and Alan has invited all contributors to repost a favourite post . I thought I'd use this one which explains why I chose my blogging name.<br />
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<span style="background-color: #89de6d; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 21px;">This post has been inspired by </span><a href="http://sepiasaturday.blogspot.com.es/2013/04/sepia-saturday-172-13-april-2013.html" style="background-color: #89de6d; color: #8e8e8e; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 21px; text-decoration: none;">Sepia Saturday's</a><span style="background-color: #89de6d; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 21px;"> photo for 13th April of a group of walkers, and my chosen blogging name Caminante, which means, simply, Walker (although it can also mean hobo!). </span><br />
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<br style="background-color: #89de6d; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 21px;" /><span style="background-color: #89de6d; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 21px;">We spent our honeymoon on Tenerife, during which time we went to Pico Teide, the highest mountain in Spain. Here I am right at the top. Thew air was pretty thin up there at 12,200 feet, as I realised when my cigarette only stayed alight whilst you drew on it, immediately then going out. Someone was trying to tell me something, but it took another 3 years and the arrival of our daughter before I gave up!</span><br style="background-color: #89de6d; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 21px;" /><br />
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<br style="background-color: #89de6d; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 21px;" /><span style="background-color: #89de6d; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 21px;">In 1986/7 I spent 4 months in the Falkland Islands - sensibly some years after the war! I had a weekend in January of R&R on the oddly named, but beautiful, </span><a href="http://www.google.co.uk/search?hl=en&q=caminante&tbm=isch&source=og&sa=N&tab=li&biw=1920&bih=964&sei=mphiUYPuCsqnhAfn5IHICw#hl=en&tbm=isch&sa=1&q=Carcass+island+map&oq=Carcass+island+map&gs_l=img.3...7230.9294.2.10092.7.7.0.0.0.0.199.1184.0j7.7.0...0.0...1c.1.8.img.JJHL7TsEXPk&bav=on.2,or.r_qf.&bvm=bv.44770516,d.ZG4&fp=a3336bc4da629522&biw=1920&bih=964&imgrc=Su7E0RhuESuGeM%3A%3B5z41iBKrCmjLdM%3Bhttp%253A%252F%252Fwww.uea.ac.uk%252F~e780%252Fimages%252Ffalklands-map.gif%3Bhttp%253A%252F%252Fwww.uea.ac.uk%252F~e780%252Fcarcass.htm%3B547%3B332" style="background-color: #89de6d; color: #8e8e8e; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 21px; text-decoration: none;">Carcass Island,</a><span style="background-color: #89de6d; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 21px;"> As I found, the weather there, in the height of their summer, was normally quite pleasant, although it could snow at any time. Here I am on one of the little hills dotting the island.</span><br style="background-color: #89de6d; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 21px;" /><br />
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<br style="background-color: #89de6d; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 21px;" /><span style="background-color: #89de6d; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 21px;">I've enjoyed walking all my adult life, and for the last twenty years or so, I've walked several times a month, originally around our home in Salisbury, so I've walked nearly all the footpaths in Wiltshire, Hampshire and Dorset, on my regular Sunday morning jaunts. The farthest I got (limited by the length of car journey to the start), was West Bay in Dorset, which UK readers will know as Broadchurch from the current detective series. Here's how the murder scene looked in August 2003.</span><br style="background-color: #89de6d; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 21px;" /><br style="background-color: #89de6d; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 21px;" /><br />
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<br style="background-color: #89de6d; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 21px;" /><span style="background-color: #89de6d; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 21px;">Now we live on Lanzarote, 70 miles off the coast of Western Sahara, it's springtime all year round, so shorts and T shirts are all I need - and a good pair of shoes because the volcanic stone is very harsh. This photo from last November shows both aspects.</span><br style="background-color: #89de6d; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 21px;" /><br />
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<br style="background-color: #89de6d; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 21px;" /><span style="background-color: #89de6d; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 21px;">These days, I tend not to walk alone, except on well trodden paths, because, although you are unlikely to get exposure, even a twisted ankle in a spot with no mobile phone reception could be quite a challenge. I'm a member, along with about 90 others of an active walking group here. Fortunately, we normally only get between 12 and 24 on each walk, otherwise it could get out of hand! Here they are a week ago, having a breather during a walk around Los Helichos, a range of volcanoes in the north of the island, locally famous for their spring flowers.</span><br style="background-color: #89de6d; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 21px;" /><br />
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<span style="background-color: #89de6d; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 21px;">To see what others have chosen as their birthday contribution, visit<a href="http://sepiasaturday.blogspot.com.es/2013/10/sepia-saturday-200-26-october-2013.html"> Sepia Saturday's 200th</a> edition.</span></div>
Caminantehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17646486944120926042noreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8247903768945312216.post-51715338944998735642013-04-10T11:12:00.000+01:002013-04-10T11:12:11.725+01:00CaminanteThis post has been inspired by <a href="http://sepiasaturday.blogspot.com.es/2013/04/sepia-saturday-172-13-april-2013.html">Sepia Saturday's</a> photo for 13th April of a group of walkers, and my chosen blogging name Caminante, which means, simply, Walker (although it can also mean hobo!). <br />
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Photos of my childhood are rather scarce, as we didn't own a camera, so my parents paid for a photographer, usually on a birthday. This shot looks like I'm about to go for a walk, so probably is the first recording of my hobby.<br />
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We spent our honeymoon on Tenerife, during which time we went to Pico Teide, the highest mountain in Spain. Here I am right at the top. Thew air was pretty thin up there at 12,200 feet, as I realised when my cigarette only stayed alight whilst you drew on it, immediately then going out. Someone was trying to tell me something, but it took another 3 years and the arrival of our daughter before I gave up!<br />
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In 1986/7 I spent 4 months in the Falkland Islands - sensibly some years after the war! I had a weekend in January of R&R on the oddly named, but beautiful, <a href="http://www.google.co.uk/search?hl=en&q=caminante&tbm=isch&source=og&sa=N&tab=li&biw=1920&bih=964&sei=mphiUYPuCsqnhAfn5IHICw#hl=en&tbm=isch&sa=1&q=Carcass+island+map&oq=Carcass+island+map&gs_l=img.3...7230.9294.2.10092.7.7.0.0.0.0.199.1184.0j7.7.0...0.0...1c.1.8.img.JJHL7TsEXPk&bav=on.2,or.r_qf.&bvm=bv.44770516,d.ZG4&fp=a3336bc4da629522&biw=1920&bih=964&imgrc=Su7E0RhuESuGeM%3A%3B5z41iBKrCmjLdM%3Bhttp%253A%252F%252Fwww.uea.ac.uk%252F~e780%252Fimages%252Ffalklands-map.gif%3Bhttp%253A%252F%252Fwww.uea.ac.uk%252F~e780%252Fcarcass.htm%3B547%3B332">Carcass Island,</a> As I found, the weather there, in the height of their summer, was normally quite pleasant, although it could snow at any time. Here I am on one of the little hills dotting the island.<br />
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I've enjoyed walking all my adult life, and for the last twenty years
or so, I've walked several times a month, originally around our home in
Salisbury, so I've walked nearly all the footpaths in Wiltshire,
Hampshire and Dorset, on my regular Sunday morning jaunts. The farthest
I got (limited by the length of car journey to the start), was West Bay
in Dorset, which UK readers will know as Broadchurch from the current
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Now we live on Lanzarote, 70 miles off the coast of Western Sahara, it's springtime all year round, so shorts and T shirts are all I need - and a good pair of shoes because the volcanic stone is very harsh. This photo from last November shows both aspects.<br />
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These days, I tend not to walk alone, except on well trodden paths, because, although you are unlikely to get exposure, even a twisted ankle in a spot with no mobile phone reception could be qite a challenge. I'm a member, along with about 90 others of an active walking group here. Fortunately, we normally only get between 12 and 24 on each walk, otherwise it could get out of hand! Here they are a week ago, having a breather during a walk around Los Helichos, a range of volcanoes in the north of the island, locally famous for their spring flowers.<br />
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This brings me back to the <a href="http://sepiasaturday.blogspot.com.es/2013/04/sepia-saturday-172-13-april-2013.html">Sepia Saturday</a> photo below, and the contrast between what is seen now and then as suitable attire for hiking. I can't imagine how uncomfortable they would have been in rain, or blazing sunshine, or indeed on anything but good paved surfaces. Perhaps it was the fact that walking was involved that was the mystery element! Why not see what others have made of the prompt.<br />
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In the south of Lanzarote is Los Ajaches National Park, an area of huge glaciated valleys sweeping down from the mountain ridges to the coast. Whilst the topography is reminiscent of the Welsh mountains, the landscape is completely different, with an almost complete lack of vegetation making it very barren and rocky. Where the valleys meet the sea, is a series of beaches, separated by high headlands. A couple of miles south of Playa Quemada, a little village with a black sheltered beach, scattered houses, and a few restaurants, under a cliff forming the southern boundary of a cove, is an extraordinary sight, like an oasis in the desert, a carefully tended walled garden, next to a shrine to the Virgin, dated 1991 and surrounded by artefacts that people have left over the years. I think that every week or so, a family come down the (very scary) track in their ancient truck, and camp out overnight, whilst they carefully tend, and extend the garden. To date, I've found nothing about it in any publication, but, being on a marked Lanzarote walking route, it is visited almost every day by several hikers. The size and weight of some of the mementoes people have left makes me think that either they returned to leave them, or that they were told in advance - nobody normally walks the mountains carrying a huge chess piece on the off chance!<br />
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Here is a link to a 360 degree panorama of the shrine and garden, taken in February 2013 by Paul Boden of <a href="http://www.360turismo.com/">360TurismoVirtual Tours</a><br />
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And here are some photos of the shrine and garden<br />
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And here is a photo taken by my wife, who blogs as <a href="http://hangingonmyword.blogspot.com/">Little Nell</a>, in February 2011, when there was a boat, sadly now destroyed, on the beach. <br />
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I suggest that you start the walk from the little square in Playa Quemada, where there is space to park your car. When you return from the decorated beach, it's worth walking back to your car along the Quemada beach itself, which has wonderful views across the coast and mountains.<br />
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Finally, no walk from Playa Quemada would be complete without a drink and tapas at 7 Islas where Jose and Ana are delightful hosts.Caminantehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17646486944120926042noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8247903768945312216.post-7989596967757763352012-09-29T14:20:00.002+01:002012-09-29T14:26:30.481+01:00BARRANCO DE TENEGŰIMEIt had not rained more than a couple of drops in Lanzarote since December 2011, so everywhere was bone dry, then in the last week of September 2012 up to 44 millimeters of rain fell in some parts of the island. My home, Playa Blanca, stayed stubbornly arid, with only a pitiful 4 millimeters of rain in the week. On 27 September, I decided to go to a ravine I knew of, El Barranco de Tenegüime, to look for water and for the first time in three years of walking on Lanzarote, I got my boots muddy! Not the way I used to walking in winter in Dorset ten years ago, when you felt you had a bucket of mud in each boot, but quite enough.<br />
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Coincidentally, this week's prompt from <a href="http://sepiasaturday.blogspot.com.es/2012/09/sepia-saturday-145-29-september-2012.html">Sepia Saturday</a> was about boots, so I thought I'd show how mine got so muddy on a desert island!<br />
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Lanzarote is dry, as in pictures of Mars from Curiosity dry. There is no standing water, and there are no streams or rivers, except when it rains, so to experience running water means going out to look for it as soon as there has been a shower. Normally in Spring, we get about 150 or 200 millimeters of rain, and the whole island turns green. The following pictures show a ravine which clearly has, in the past, had torrents cascading and carving through the volcanic rock, but so far this this year, it would have been absolutely arid, whereas it should have been a riot of grass, reeds and shrubs. We climbed about 460 metres, and walked about 10 Km in just over two hours, before descending a ridge down through a wind farm to our starting point.<br />
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At first the land was flat, and a lake had formed in a field.<br />
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But then the ravine walls closed in, and the river bed became muddy.<br />
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As the ravine snaked its way uphill, we came across a succession of waterfalls, which were too high to scale, so we clambered around the rocks in the side of the gorge. <br />
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Muddy boots and scrambling up rocky slopes are, we found, an uneasy combination.<br />
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Here, going down the final rocky, muddy slope is Trish, my walking chum, who took all the photos, except this one<br />
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And finally we made it back to the car, with our boots transformed.<br />
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The valley was absolutely beautiful, and I will go back in March, when it should be a blaze of colour with the Spring flowers and foliage.<br />
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<br />Caminantehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17646486944120926042noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8247903768945312216.post-26833216502410466372011-08-18T17:22:00.002+01:002011-08-23T18:51:52.772+01:00Lanzarote TreesI've been encouraged by Little Nell to take the plunge and contribute to <a href="http://sepiasaturday.blogspot.com/">Sepia Saturday</a>, and since my home of Lanzarote is essentially an offshore bit of the Sahara, this week's theme about trees seemed like plunging in the deep end! This first picture, of a Dragon Tree on Tenerife, a neighbouring island, qualifies as old, since I took it on honeymoon 36 years ago, and the tree itself is hundreds of years old.<br />
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Most of Lanzarote's trees are palms, but there are exceptions, such as this Papaya in a street in Haria.<br />
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And this Acacia, clinging to the cliff over a footpath running a thousand feet above the sea at Famara.<br />
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Every Christmas huge "presents" are hung from this huge old fir in the plaza mayor - the town square - of Haria where they dangle over the heads of the customers in the cafe below.<br />
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Sometimes the palms suffer in the strong trade winds, like this one, bowed but not defeated when it was partially uprooted, but which clawed its way back to the vertical - it's not really being supported by my walking group!<br />
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Sometimes, they are colonised by euphorbias, such as this parasitic growth<br />
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And sometimes they give in, die, and fold over like this one, reminiscent of an elephant's trunk<br />
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The weather is not always perfect here, as this rather surreal image of palm trees in the mist (no gorillas though) shows:<br />
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One of our friends, on seeing this blog, sent me a photograph of a very old Acacia in his beautiful garden overlooking Fuerteventura, across the Bocaina Straits<br />
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And finally, an artificial Christmas tree in the Marina Rubicon, Playa Blanca. To me, this picture sums up, better than a thousand words, why we live here in Lanzarote!<br />
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We climbed up a rough footpath from the front in El Golf to the Yaiza road, where a vehicle track heads north west, past an impressive villa on the hillside, before dropping down towards the coast through the lava fields to the black sand of Playa del Paso. From there the path becomes a narrow ribbon cleared of most of the larger rocks, which are laid on either side to mark the route. <br />
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It snakes around and over the blocks of lava, never far from the crashing waves. At one spot we saw hand-sized black crabs with red claws.<br />
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After almost 5 hours of hard going, but having covered only 9 km, in the drying wind of a fading calima, we arrived at Playa de La Madera – a favourite beach for BBQs, at the end of a track from Tinajo, and where sensible people would stop. But did we stop? Oh no; we plunged on across the lava, only this time the “path” disappeared, to be replaced by blobs of paint every 30 metres or so, leaving us to clamber over razor-edged, shed-sized blocks of lava from one blob to the next.<br />
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Finally we missed a mark, and from then on the going got insane. If one of us had fallen, we would almost certainly have broken bones and sliced ourselves to shreds. In normal places, this would have been bad. Here it was downright scary, as the only way of getting a casualty out would be by helicopter. On we plunged, our maps useless, until after 7 hours we stumbled upon a trace track through the lava used by goatherds. By this stage, David P’s shoes were wearing out, and you could see his foot through the heel, and David S was in agony with his back from the constant jarring. I was OK, except that by now we had almost run out of water, and the dust was making my eyes and nose stream. After about 8 hours, we finally came to the road into Tenezar, where we kissed the tarmac in gratitude. Having retrieved David P’s van from Tenezar, we retreated to Tinajo, where David ceremoniously binned his shoes, and we staggered into a bar.<br />
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On a serious note, the sign at the start track leaving Playa del Paso for Madera, says “This entails a great physical effort. Do not overestimate your physical condition. Make sure you wear sturdy shoes (volcanic rock is very abrasive). Remember to carry food which is rich in carbohydrates, water, and protection from the sun (cap, hat lotion etc). Do not follow this route if you are with babies, young children or if you have heart or respiratory problems. Your health may suffer due to the physical effort, and tough weather conditions.” And that was about the easy part of the route!<br />
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If you want to visit Playa de la Madera, or Tenezar – and Tenezar in particular is worth seeing, you should go on the road and track from Tinajo, by car, bike or on foot, but don’t attempt the coast between. We have read the odd guide book which talks about a path leading South out of Tenezar to Madera, and one day we may try to follow it from the Village, but if disappears, we will turn back!Caminantehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17646486944120926042noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8247903768945312216.post-30434937366417932882011-07-04T12:56:00.001+01:002011-07-04T13:32:05.294+01:00The Last LapYesterday, I finally finished my circumnavigation of the coast of Lanzarote. It's taken me about 44 hours, spread over the last 20 months, interspersed with many other walks. Originally I had no plan, just doing various stretches of the coast as the fancy took, but I eventually realised I could join them all up and complete the circumnavigation. I intend to write up the walks at some time, but I'll just describe yesterday's walk in this post.<br />
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We walked from the Jameos del Agua to Orzola (at the very north of the island) and back, a total of about 12 miles unfortunately all along the road, because there is not a viable footpath for most of the distance. I'd been putting off this stage, partially because of that, partially because it's the furthest from my home in Playa Blanca but also because I've driven the route many times. Of course, walking it was totally different - you find hills you didn't know were there, and you get to see the seascape, which is pretty dramatic along there, because the NE trade winds blow straight onto the rocky shore. It looks like good surfing - except that the razor-sharp rocks would make it a little challenging!<br />
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At Orzola, I had my picture taken at the end of my "mission" then retired to a bar for a beer.<br />
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My companion then managed to snap her sunglasses (essential wear), but the bar owner provided some sellotape - the alternative would have been the schoolboy trick of using a sticking plaster! There were some spectacular gardens, and views, as you can see here.<br />
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When we eventually got back to the car, we drove nearly all the way back to Orzola to one of my favourite beaches. The rocks go out in two arms to meet a barrier of more rocks about 200 metres out, which prevent the waves reaching the shore. They enclose a huge area of turquoise water only a few feet deep, over a completely clear, sandy bottom. We had a refreshing swim in the warm water, before leaving for home, and the resumption of normal life.<br />
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One of these is a volcanic "bomb" a huge boulder blown out during an eruption, going miles into the air before landing with a colossal noise - you can see the scale from the photograph.<br />
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We then walked around until we found a slope which had some vegetation giving a foothold in the picon, taking us up onto a ridge. From there, we clambered up the muddy, stoney slope, taking great care not to slip.<br />
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</tbody></table>We were surrounded by dozens of tiny butterflies - blue female and grey male, chasing each other in a mating dance. Finally, we popped, with some relief, onto the rocky summit ridge, and scrambled up to the very top where there is a large concrete trig point.<br />
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It amazes me how they get them there - there was no possibility of getting a vehicle up there ,and no obvious paths for a goat, let alone a donkey or camel. We were amused by the relatively large lizard, who came to see what food we had, and happily clambered over our feet.<br />
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</tbody></table>We found a slightly less steep slope down onto another ridge - going down a slippery slope is much worse than going up - and from there we had a 30 metre rapid descent down a picon slope, and repaired to a local watering hole for a well deserved beer.Caminantehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17646486944120926042noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8247903768945312216.post-15599952928793643932011-06-27T16:47:00.000+01:002014-03-05T14:00:35.403+00:00Yé to Famara along the cliff path<div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">
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<span style="font-size: large;">It's about 10 miles long, and took us overall, about six hours, because of frequent stops for photos, and some tricky section. Firstly, I would not recommend the route, in its present state, to anyone who is not a reasonably confident rock climber, because the path had fallen away in two places. At the first, all that is left is the top of a very steep scree slope down to the sea. You have to cross that, clinging to the rock wall like a gecko, with the scree collapsing under your feet if you stop moving. At the second where the path crossed a gulley, it has completely gone, and someone has hammered a cleat into the rock wall to enable a rope to be used. In the event, we got across by climbing down into the gulley – which itself was a precipitous slope down to the sea, and back up a 20 ft crumbling rock wall on the other side. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">It's quite safe, but rough going, and not good on knees and hips. From there we turned right to Playa de Rojo, looking across to Graciosa, before turning back, past the foot of the zig-zags, and starting the long gentle climb up the cliff path. At its highest point, it gets to about 1000 feet, before descending down to the coastal plain behind the Famara beach.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">The path has been blasted out of the cliff face for about 5 miles – why, I don't know. In places it's only a couple of feet wide, in others about twenty feet wide. In many places you have to clamber over piles of fallen stones.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">The views are spectacular, and the cliffs awesome. We saw several podenco dogs roaming around, and smelled, long before we saw, the ram that obviously ruled the mountain sides! There were several dead gulls on the path - we assumed they either crashed into the cliff face above, or died higher up, and the path broke their fall. There were also a couple of goats in kit form on the path. We supposed that, with all the goats leaping around, once in a while, one misses! This photos shows a pinnacle that the path goes behind:</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Eventually, we reached the Famara beach, and enjoyed taking our boots off and walking in the surf, keeping an eye out for the cables of the kite surfers. Then after a beer (of course) we climbed into the Landrover we'd left there and took the old track back to Teguise (almost as scary as the cliffs!) then through Haria back to Yé where our cars were parked.</span></div>
Caminantehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17646486944120926042noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8247903768945312216.post-3863365267651918462011-06-08T17:10:00.000+01:002011-06-08T19:03:29.107+01:00Montaña Cuervo and Montaña Negra<div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: large;">The island of Lanzarote is dominated by volcanoes and lava fields, varying in age from twenty-one million years to a few thousand. Over time this resulted in a mountainous landscape, ranging from great cliffs and glens, to isolated hills in a sea of old lava. In places this has been covered by deep sand, blown in from the Sahara to form the agricultural land called Jable. One of the most productive areas of farming was destroyed in the 1730's by the eruptions at Timanfaya, which resulted in dramatic mountains rivalling the Cullins, and many square Kilometers of jagged lava. A lot of the existing vocanoes and valleys were deeply covered in what is called picon - small granules of porous lava, mainly black - like the core of a Malteser. In between the northern end of the valley called La Geria and Timanfaya is an area of deep picon with several younger (C5000 years) volcanoes protruding. One of these, Montaña Cuervo, has a relatively low, jagged rim, gashed down to ground level at one side, allowing easy access into the double crater.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Its central position on the island means that the view from the top of Negra is outstanding, covering the whole of Lanzarote, the archipelago of smaller islands to the North, and the Northern end of Fuerteventura to the South. Far below, you can peer down into the crater of Montaña Cuervo across the fields of picon. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"> </span><span style="font-size: large;">The descent, whilst far less strenuous than the climb, does require a deal of attention, to keep one's footing, and to avoid going faster than is safe. Tobogganing down lava on the seat of your pants is not recommended!</span><br />
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</div>Caminantehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17646486944120926042noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8247903768945312216.post-76732431825677386722011-05-09T11:41:00.001+01:002011-08-19T09:33:03.751+01:00The idea behind Lanzarote on FootI've lived in Lanzarote since October 2009 and during that time, I've walked all round the coast, and up many of the accessible mountains. Some of the walks I've done are taken from various guide books, others were just a case of looking at the map and going for it. I hope eventually to complete my circumnavigation, and climb all the mountains! Sometimes I walk alone, (although nowadays only in the places frequented by others!) sometimes with one or two friends, and sometimes with the walking group of which I'm a member.<br />
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I intend to start off by recounting some of my more recent walks, and then, as the mood takes me, recall earlier ones, using photos to illustrate the descriptions. I may also write themed posts based on what I've seen to link into <a href="http://sepiasaturday.blogspot.com/">Sepia Saturday</a>Caminantehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17646486944120926042noreply@blogger.com5