Next day I was up early and started walking the 6km circuit of the lake by 7.15, joining a collection of walker, runners, cyclists and dog walkers all with the same idea, keen to exercise before it got too hot.
I chose to go clockwise and the first section of path was parallel to the road, and slowly Bled island got closer!
The road then takes a different route leaving just the path to follow the lake round, past the campsite and the rowing centre and back towards the castle.
I was surprised to see water lilies and behind is the Straza slope, but more about that tomorrow!
I had worked up quite an appetite when I got back at 8.30 and so was delighted to see such an array on the breakfast buffet!
The homemade smoothies, and cream cheese with smoked fish were particularly delicious as was having fruit and salad for breakfast as it’s been a challenge to get our 5-a-day … but there was also cake!
One of the must-do activities here is to take a pletna boat to the island in the lake. These are flat bottomed wooden boats which originally carried pilgrims but today take tourists.
The boatman uses two long oars to propel the boat across the water so the crossing is steady and peaceful, with plenty of time to relax and enjoy the view.
We moored at the South Staircase and climbed the 99 steps …
… to a small square with the Provost’s House …
… and the gothic Church of the Assumption …
… which was lavishly decorated inside.
The freestanding bell tower is 52m and while views from the top are limited …
… it houses an interesting pendulum clock and is very noisy when the bell chimes 12.00!
We then realised we hadn’t seen the wishing bell, and when we asked, found it had been right in front of us, a rope hanging down in the church … so I pulled and wished!
The pletna waits to takes us back …
… with some of the boatmen just chilling, many of them descended directly from the original 22 families who were given a charter by the Queen in the C18 to ferry pilgrims.
On our return, the temperature had risen, and at 30°, the best plan seemed to be to relax in the shade so we went to Grajska beach, the public lido just below castle rock where we were able to hire sun beds and an umbrella. I swam in the lake and it wasn’t as cold as I expected, perfect to cool down, then soaked up some rays a bit later when it cooled.
We had reserved a table at The Old Cellar for dinner, as recommended by the guesthouse, and were shown to our table in a lovely outdoor space. After sharing a salad to start, Chris had dumplings with beetroot and trout with potato salad.
We walked back reflecting on what a lovely time we were having in Slovenia.
The road to Bled took us over a mountain pass, which just happens to be in Austria, so we crossed the border at an unmanned post … bye bye Slovenia …
… hello Austria …
… but we were there for less than an hour, before returning to Slovenia! The views were amazing!
A short drive took us to Lake Bled and we found Penzion Mayer and checked in.
It is family run and surrounded by lovely gardens, set just above the lake in a group of other similar guesthouses and we are here for three days.
Getting our priorities straight, we went in search of the Park Cafe and a piece of Kremna Rezina, the famous Bled cream cake. It was developed by their pastry chef, Ištvan Lukačević in 1953 … the same vintage as Chris! The subsequent marketing campaign made it not only the symbol of the hotel’s cafe, but the symbol of Bled with over 15 million slices having been sold.
Everything is prepared under the guidance of the lucky number seven. The puff pastry is folded seven times and then left to rest overnight before baking and cooling again. The egg custard is cooked for seven minutes. Cooled, coated in a delicately sweetened layer of whipped cream, and dusted with powdered sugar, each cake is then cut into a perfect seven-by-seven centimeter square.
Crispy pastry, wobbly custard, whipped cream topped with icing sugar and a lakeside view … fab!
We took a drive round the lake to get our bearings and later had dinner in Restaurant Arbor, where the service was excellent. We shared a salad, then chose Polenta with Mushroom Sauce and Spinach and Cheese Ravioli which went perfectly with a Slovenian Pinot Grigio …
… and watched the sun set behind Bled Castle.
We had seen banners for the Nočna 10ka and during dinner, realised we had grandstand seats for this annual running race round the lake, which starts at 9.00 once it’s cooler.
I left Chris taking photos of runners, while I went for a walk. I found the lakeside path beset by clouds of midges, so stayed further back and admired from afar …
A breakfast of cold cuts which was a great start to the day, especially the oval sausage flecked with fat which is Klemenč želodec, a local speciality made in a pig’s stomach.
The Logar Valley has been designated a landscape park and there is a road and also a walking path that extends from the entrance … 7km to the Rinka Waterfall. The first section of the path was closed so we parked a bit further in, by the Palenk Waterfall.
I left Chris taking photos, while I set off walking.
I came across alpine strawberries, now you see them …
… now you don’t!
The path wound from one side of the road to another, through shady woods with beech and birch. Around halfway, there was a cafe and I tried to contact Chris to suggest he meet me there for a drink, but I couldn’t get a signal. As I drew closer, low and behold, there he was drinking coffee and surprised to see me! After a cold drink I set off again and highlights included butterflies …
and donkeys …
… but there weren’t really any views until towards the end, when the path crossed the empty watercourse which would be full during the spring thaw.
Almost at the final car park, I saw the waterfall through the trees …
but there was a final climb to get the best view.
There was also a tree with its roots completely wrapped round a rock for support and a fellow walker insisted I should have a photo with it! It was a good walk which took 2hrs, and I certainly thought it was longer than 5kms!
Chris was waiting in the car park and we drove back through the park, passing several tourist farms offering accommodation and snacks, and quite a swanky hotel with a swimming pool.
There are two smaller valleys here too, one either side of Logar so we went to take a look. We found we couldn’t drive far along Robanov Kot, but it would have been great to hike along another time.
Matkov Kot would also been better to hike, but we drove a short way down a rough track as far as Matk farm, where we were promised excellent goat milk ice cream.
Not only was my honey and Chris’s tarragon ice cream delicious …
but we saw the goats being milked …
… and the beekeeper tending the hives.
Back to the guesthouse and time for a shower before dinner. For the first time, it was a beautiful evening and we could enjoy the mountains lit by evening rays against a blue sky.
We dined on asparagus soup, salad and then local dumplings. These were made by spreading a cottage cheese filling over flattened dough, then rolling and boiling before slicing and serving with a mixed mushroom sauce and very good they were too.
I was offered a masterclass, but as we are leaving tomorrow, it will have to wait! The finale was a plate of cake pops, made by the grand-daughter Katja, undoubtedly following in the family footsteps …
We both got a great night’s sleep and after omelettes for breakfast, we set out on the Solčava Panoramic road, a tourist route taking in the best views of the local landscape.
It didn’t take long before I caught sight of an orchid and we stopped to snap the huge mix of flowers by the road … oh and this not so little chap!
The road continued with information boards explaining viewpoints and telling of the local farms and produce available, each marked with a very friendly looking dragon.
Any why … well, once upon a time, Matkov kot was a lake and Lintver the mighty dragon lived nearby. Cows would graze along the lake, but when they got too close, Lintver would create waves so strong that they were swept into the water so he could eat them. There was a large rock at the lake which Lintver slowly pecked away, causing a huge flood which was so great that the water reached as high as the doorstep of the church at Solčava. What is more, the water also carried to the church doorstep a crib containing a child.
The flooding lake also carried away Lintver who was killed by the tops of a larch tree, the only thing capable of killing the mighty dragon. The dragon’s bones and jaw were later discovered in the fields throughout the Logar Valley.
From the Pastirkovo lookout we could see right along Matkov Kot.
There was also a chilled vending machine selling a variety of pork products and strudel from the nearby farm.
The next lookout revealed the Logar Valley far below … and some interesting forestry behind!
The Holy Spirit Church can be seen from several points along the road, but was unfortunately not open.
Soon we had reached the village of Solčava and we went into the Rinka Centre for information and to see their exhibitions about life in the area. We asked about the chance of a felting workshop which I’d read about, especially after seeing the wonderful felting on display …
… and while we had coffee, it was all arranged! I met Špela in her studio and she was happy to show me how to make a piece of felt from local wool, which had come from the jezersko-solčavska sheep. It is a very therapeutic process to gently work the soapy water into the wool and the rubbing slowly causes the wool fibres to mat together and make a firm fabric.
This can then be decorated and I was even able to use a local stone, felt wool round it, and add it to my piece. I plan to find a stick during my time here so I can mount it on the wall when I get home, an impression of mountains as a souvenir of our trip. Many thanks to Špela Orešnik for such a lovely afternoon, chatting and creating together.
I caught up with Chris, who had spent the afternoon pottering and photographing and found him in a cafe tucking into jam filled pancakes and coffee as an afternoon snack … so obviously joined him!
Chris suggested I took a look at the church, St Mary of the Snows, a C13 gothic church which was unfortunately closed …
… so we didn’t see this fresco on Lintver at the feet of St Christopher.
… then took a sneak preview into the Logar Valley on the way past, but the clouds were low and we decided to save it for tomorrow …
… apart from this small church, Chapel of Christ the King designed by Martin Golob based on ideas by Jože Plečnik.
Another quiet evening with a delicious dinner – goulash for me and fried cheese and veg for Chris with salad and a dessert of pancakes stuffed with cream cheese and raisins.
Having picked up the car, we were lured into the first small village we passed to photograph the church with the mountains behind. All the houses were tidy and beautifully kept with window boxes spilling with flowers and neat piles of wood drying for the winter.
Love the small cups of coffee served with a glass of water.
Our drive was leisurely as we soaked up the views on the way, but stopping places were scarce and there will be plenty of photo ops later.
The road followed the valley, then climbed with hairpin bends before levelling out again to run along a high valley, through the village of Solčava and on to our pension, Planinski Dom Majerhold. Very fitting for the name to mean Mountain Home Majerhold as we found a huddle of wooden chalets set into the hillside at 1150m, surrounded by flowers and with mountains all around. When I realised this glacial valley is almost as high as the highest peak in the British Isles it certainly but it into better perspective for me.
Here is our chalet where we have the upstairs room which is very comfortable.
Our balcony is perfect for relaxing and takes in a view of the Kamnik-Savinja Alps. It is dominated by Ojsterica, the tallest peak at 2350m, with Križevnik on the left and a collection of smaller peaks on the right, all of which stand as guardians over the Logar Valley concealed between.
We spent the afternoon enjoying our surroundings, and I even joined a small group on the grass doing yoga. All we could hear was birdsong and the background buzz of others sitting out and chatting as we shared a beer and made a bit of a plan for tomorrow.
Dinner was simple but delicious, a local barley soup, pork and cheesy courgette from the grill with roast potatoes and salad then apple strudel to finish, which we ate sitting outside overlooking the mountains.
Two weeks ago, we weren’t even sure we’d make it as EasyJet cancelled our outward flight, but we managed to rebook for a day earlier. An extra day on our car hire would have been £200, so here we are in Kranj for the first night, just 15min by public bus from the airport and we’ll pick up the car tomorrow.
We arrived mid morning at Hotel Creina, surprisingly a historical and cultural monument as designed by Edvard Ravnikar, a renowned Slovenian architect in the 1970’s.
We left our luggage in the hotel and went to explore. Kranj is the fourth largest town in Slovenia, forming quite a sprawling urban area, but the medieval centre quite small, set on a rocky promontory between a couple of rivers below. The main street is fronted by some handsome buildings but it was very quiet, and many of the shops look empty.
The church was covered in scaffolding and we so we didn’t see the treasures within.
The square contains a statue of France Prešeren the C19th Romantic Slovene poet and hero who did much to awaken the Slovene national awareness.
There is also this arcade and stairway, squeezed in between existing buildings, designed by Jože Plečnik, a Slovene architect who trained in Vienna under Otto Wagner and proceeded to have a major impact on the modern architecture of Vienna and Prague before returning to Ljubljana in 1920 to do the same there.
At the far end is a small church and then just a drop down the the gorge below.
That was enough exploring so we found a cafe for lunch where I had a salad topped with grilled hake in a tomato sauce and Chris had fried cheese and roast potatoes.
Later we made our way back to the hotel, realising that being up before the birds this morning, the very warm day and a delicious lunch had taken their toll but were surprised to nap for two hours!
Having woken, it was cooler and when we opened the window, we saw what looked like a choir forming in the square outside so went to see. They just began when we got there and sang a selection of folk songs. Chris got talking to chap who said it was Cultural Day and every town in Slovenia had choirs like this who would be singing today. It was a lovely welcome to Slovenia and we spoke to a couple of the choir afterwards and we even got a mention on their Facebook page!
The square also had several striking black statues with a revolutionary scheme. They were made by Lojze Dolinar in 1961 and show Strike of the Carniolian textile workers, National Liberation Struggle simulating an attack on the enemy bunker and Revolutionary Flight.
We went to a another cafe in the old town for dinner and the roast pork was very good. Chris had a bean salad and fries, but we did know that veggie choices here would be limited. The very quaffable local beer and red wine made up for any shortcomings as we watched the world go by with lots of walkers and cyclists enjoying the cooler air.
We were able to look out over the gorge for breakfast, the second largest in Europe, a fact difficult to appreciate from any viewpoint we found, as we munched our way through the breakfast buffet.
Kranj was an added bonus we’d not planned for and now we are off to collect our car!
It was a picture like this that gave us the idea of taking a trip to Slovenia … stunning mountain scenery, lush green valleys and easy walking. Three years later, we’ve got a cancelled trip behind us and a dodgy knee awaiting replacement so there won’t be much walking, but we’re going anyway!
We’re heading to the north west of the country, to the Logar Valley where we can follow the Solčava panoramic road as it winds through the alpine landscape, then on to Lake Bled, the unmissable jewel of Slovenia with its emerald lake surrounded by mountains and finally to nearby Lake Bohinj which is a little quieter but just as beautiful.
The forecast says top twenties with the odd shower so we’ve adjusted the packing list and are ready to go. Fingers crossed there are no airport delays then you can join us for lunch in Kranj tomorrow!
The next day we returned northwards, this time to see Famara at sea level, but made some stops along the way. Firstly LagOmar, a house originally conceived by Manrique, then designed by Jesús Soto for the British developer Sam Benady with an architectural vision that evoked images of the arabian nights stories.
The story goes that when Omar Sharif came to film The Mysterious Island, he fell in love with the house and bought it on the spot, but Sharif was soon to lost the property to champion bridge player and former owner San Benady in a game of cards.
In 1989 architects Dominik von Boettinger from Germany and Beatriz van Hoff from Uruguay bought the house and developed it further into an arts space with bar and restaurant and it was first opened to the public in 1997. We walked round the labyrinth of caves cut into a volcanic quarry which contrasted starkly to the smooth white curves of the architecture.
Next up was the old capital where we stopped for a lunch of tortilla and salad at El Chiringuito, and I enjoyed a clara in the sun, and will tell you how it got its name.
Lanzarote is named for Lancelotto Manocello, a Genoese Navigator who arrived in 1312 and rediscovered the Canary Islands for the Europeans. There were various marauding expeditions over the next century, either to enslave the local Guanche natives or to plunder other resources so when the Norman privateer, Jean de Bethencourt began the conquest of the islands for the Spanish in 1402, he found the depleted population on Lanzarote happy to sign a pact in return for protection from pirates. His nephew Maciot de Bethencourt, married the Guanche Princess, Teguise, and to found the town of the same name, which became the capital until the C19th. We stopped in Teguise centered on the plaza and the pretty Inglesia de San Miguel.
Important buildings can be spotted by their use of wood for railings and balconies, a status symbol on an island without trees and it was a pleasure to take a wander round the streets.
Time for a walk, so we stretched our legs along the beach at Famara which sits at the base of those huge 600m cliffs. The beach is windy and the waves make it popular with surfers. Those curved dry stone walls seen at the vineyards have been pressed into service here too making natural wind breaks for eager sun worshippers.
Our final stop on the way back was Volcano House, the house Manrique built in 1968, built on the surface of a dome of lava from the 1730-1736 eruptions. The upper floor is large and airy, modern with traditional features …
… but the lower level is built around five natural volcanic bubbles interconnected by tunnels excavated in the lava. The stylish design and flashes of orange definitely look pure 1970’s and with retro enjoying a comeback, it looks just as on trend today!
Manrique had a thing about wind toys which evolved from his attempt to create something to replace the island’s disappearing windmills. These two were outside Volcano House …
… and he placed this one on a roundabout in Arrieta in 1992.
This one called Fobos was erected by CACT in Tahiche, on the same roundabout where he met his death in a car accident.
Manrique also designed a number of signs on the island, some of which we’ve already seen like El Diablo in Timanfaya and the logos for El Grifo Bodega, Canarian Salinas and Mirador Rio … and the last couple are coming up!
We headed coastwards to the first tourist attraction opened on Lanzarote, The Cuevas de Los Verdes which are part of a 6km long lava tube which formed about 4,000 years ago when the Montaña La Corona erupted. They are caused by the surface lava cooling and hardening while the lava inside continues to flow leaving a tube behind. The caves have been used for centuries for locals to hide from invaders but in 1964 a 2km pathway was opened up. With no natural light, it has been lit to show off the caves to their best effect, thanks to the skill of Jesus Soto. There is even a secret attraction, but we were sworn to secrecy so you will need to visit for yourself!
Just down the road is Jameos de Agua, where Manrique has transformed caves and collapsed lava tubes into an artistic showpiece where the natural beauty can be admired. The natural lake has extremely clear water and is home to a species of blind albino crabs known as Jameitos which are only found on Lanzarote.
Beyond the cave are gardens, another pool and an exhibition space, cleverly combining both traditional and modern styles.
Jameos must really come into its own on Fridays as the caves open for party night with an evening of drinks, dinner, a classical music concert by the lake then a DJ and dancing till midnight.
A stop at Punta Mujeres on the way back was perfect for a sardine lunch by the sea.
We visited The Cactus Garden on our last day, welcomed by this crazy green sculpture outside!
The cacti came in all shapes and sizes from all over the world. The architecture had all the features we had come to expect – volcanic rock, white curving walls, stylish metalwork, carved wood, a spiral staircase, lots of lush green plants, pools of water and huge windows all to enhance the star of the show … the landscape.
We ended as we’d started eating tapas with canary potatoes with mojo sauce and a lovely bottle of local wine grown in the volcanic soil, followed by a glass of Ron Miel or honey rum which finishes every dinner here beautifully.
So to sum up, we thought finding vegetarian food might prove difficult, which it was, and we were warned that Lanzarote can be windy, which it was, but the striking landscape couldn’t help but impress and together with the amazing work of César Manrique and bright sunny days far warmer than at home, Lanzarote has certainly ticked all the boxes for us.
I knew nothing of César Manrique, Spanish painter, sculptor and landscape artist until I started reading about Lanzarote, and now we are here, he is everywhere. He was born in Arrecife in 1919, went Madrid to study art, then lived in Madrid and New York, and exhibited all around the world. He returned to Lanzarote in 1966 and became passionate about trying to ensure that tourism grew in a way that didn’t spoil the beauty of the island. He undertook a series of projects which aimed to turn the landscape and the island’s natural beauty into quality tourist attractions and also influenced planning regulations to prevent high rise hotels and to maintain the traditional visual unity among buildings on the island.
The first we saw of his work was the copy of ‘El Viento’ on our wall in Yaiza, which shows the wind blowing through the vineyards of the island.
This is just one of several murals on Lanzarote life which he painted for the original tourist office in Arrecife. We also found out that when Manrique decided to install an artistic centre on the island, he considered the building we were staying in, but instead helped to transform it into a restaurant specialising in Canarian food which was named for the old threshing floor, La Era.
At the exact centre of the island is the Monumento al Campesino, a cubist fertility monument to the Lanzarote peasant designed by Manrique and built by Jesus Soto made out of old boats and water tanks, depicting a farmer with his donkey and camel!
There is also a museum based on a traditional farmhouse, and we could see the threshing floor or ‘la era’, as well as other farming bits and pieces.
The cafe serves gofio, ground and toasted wheat or maize, once the island’s staple food. Chris had it blanched and served with onions and said it was ok, but I preferred mine served as a cold sweet paste with spice and dried fruit a bit like fudge, served as a side for my stew of the day.
A trip into the capital of Arrecife brought our next Manrique encounter as we looked round the Castillo San Jose which he adapted into a museum of contemporary art.
Although there was an early piece by Manrique …
… I have to admit to being more impressed with the sympathetic incorporation of a cafe with great views across the harbour …
… and even a loo with a view …!
While there, we walked round the Charco de San Gines where we had a little lunch …
… walked along the front …
… and up to the Castillo San Gabriel, now a small museum of Lanzarote history …
… to the one high rise building on the island, the Gran Hotel, built to Manrique’s horror while he was away!
For the second part of our trip, we have relocated to Costa Teguise, a purpose built tourist resort just the other side of Arrecife, which we chose for being in easy reach of the rest of the island, with more restaurants and hopefully a wider veggie choice for Chris.
Interestingly, only the black sand at the back of the beach is local … the rest comes from the Sahara!
And guess what, Manrique had a hand in the planning here too, collaborating with the initial designer to make the central Pueblo Marinero, a collection of restaurants and shops built to resemble the vernacular architecture of the island. This seems commonplace today, but back in 1979, this was cutting edge stuff. Unfortunately, grand designs don’t always go to plan, and the original developers went bust! It could be said that later development deviated a bit from the initial ideal, but it’s still a low rise resort, albeit a bit sterile.
We stayed at Nazaret Mansions, an apartment complex round a pool and we had two rooms and a basic kitchenette where we managed to whip up breakfast each day and a couple of salads for lunch. The biggest bonus was the buildings shielded the pool from the wind, and it was easy to find a sheltered spot to sit and sunbathe, even if walking around required more clothes!
Not that we spent that much time soaking up the rays as there was so much to see. The Mirador del Rio is right at the north of the island, where Manrique collaborated with architect Eduardo Cáceres and artist Jesús Soto in a display of technical planning to convert an old gun emplacement on a cliff about 500m above the sea into a viewpoint and restaurant. We were greeted by a sculpture of a bird and a fish and an entrance that gave nothing away.
A curved corridor led us inside and then the panorama was revealed, though immense glass windows.
From the outer walkway, we could see the eighth island of the Canary Islands, La Graciosa in the centre …
… with the reddish colors of the Salinas del Río at the foot of the cliff …
… the rest of the Chinijo Archipelago to the right, but it was far too big to get in one shot!
There is a higher balcony and the restaurant is so well concealed, only the skylights are visible from above.
Just as before, the inside space was as impressive as the view, with lovely curving lines, natural materials, and special features such as the plants, each with a volcanic basin below to catch any water and sculptures including the ceiling lights.
On our way back, we stopped in Haria a sleepy town set in a palm filled valley …
… with a central plaza, a number of craft shops …
… and a cafe serving delicious bocadillos for lunch (my Manrique contained zucchini, smoked cheese, crispy ham and palm honey!)
No surprise that in 1986 Manrique chose to retire to Haria and started renovating a former farmhouse, making Palm Grove House his home until his death in 1992. The publicity material says it all … the home is a prime example of intervention in a dwelling representative of rural island architecture, reinterpreted by César Manrique from a contemporary perspective! The house is full of natural materials such as a timber ceiling in the bedroom and a huge basalt fireplace in the lounge, and is filled with his personal belongings. The dining room was part of a later remodel, containing a huge table, surrounded by glass and softened by huge green ferns. Unfortunately, we could only take pictures of the outside areas …
… and this 1987 SEAT España which Manrique was commissioned to paint. Interestingly one of the car hire companies on the island has just used the same design on 96 cars in its new fleet and I wonder if we’ll see any.
The final stop on the way back was at the Mirador de Ermita de las Nieves, built on the highest spot to the patron saint of the island and where locals come to pray for rain. We got a glimpse of Famara below as the clouds came up over the top of the cliff and buffeted the palm trees surrounding the church.
It’s taken a few days of relaxing in this lovely spot before I felt ready to start writing! We were never really sure if the trip would actually happen, it was postponed from last year and then we realised my passport had expired so we were on tenterhooks until the last week. Even the travel was strange, particularly sitting on a plane in a mask for 4 hours followed by a small glitch with my travel pass, but finally we are here, on our first trip abroad since Covid.
We arrived at Hotelito La Era in Yaiza just after sunset, seven rooms set round a patio with whitewashed walls and green paintwork like most properties on the island and filled with bougainvillea and cacti.
Our room certainly is simple but striking with the bed on a central stone plinth with the shower behind in a circular well. The beautiful tiled plaque of ‘El Viento’ from a painting by a local artist called Cesar Manique is a feature of the room and bright cushions finish it perfectly.
It’s lovely to be able to sit outside on the patio for breakfast in the sunshine, although it’s a little chilly and fleeces are required. As well as fruit, juice, toast, cake there is something savoury on a slice of bread that varies each day, usually including one of the local sauces called mojos and some cheese. The same mojo sauces reappear at dinner on small potatoes grown on the islands and cooked with their skins as tapas.
We’ve also enjoyed sitting out at the end of the afternoon, relaxing with a cold drink to read, write about the day, or even stitch! We ate in the restaurant a couple of times, and while there isn’t much vegetarian choice, with notice they cooked Chris a great dish of roasted vegetables with rice and quinoa, and I had a local chickpea and meat stew and also rabbit which was a real treat.
Yaiza is one of the prettiest villages on the island. There are only a couple of places to stay, not many more places to eat, although we found one other place, La Casona, which was very good. There is a small artisan craft centre selling jewelry made from lava, leather and ceramic goods and pansies preserved in resin! Lured into a boutique by coloured scarves, I actually chose a pink cotton jumper which has proved perfect in the cool evenings here.
Lanzarote rose from the sea on a massive volcanic eruption some 15 million years ago, has been inhabited since prehistoric times but was claimed by the Spanish in 1402. Yaiza is just a few kilometres from Timanfaya National Park where some 100 volcanoes erupted between 1730 and 1736, with a smaller episode in 1824. The scale of the eruptions was enormous, with an unimaginable amount of lava spewing out and covering a quarter of the island, and making new land as it spread into the sea. Although no deaths were recorded, almost half the population emigrated as much of the most arable land was buried under a thick crust of basalt.
We visited the Montañas del Fuego Centre early to avoid the queues and were welcomed by the image of El Diablo as we arrived.
They are called the Fire Mountains as they can look red as the sun rises and sets.
Although volcanically dormant, it is still hot underground and we saw water poured into the ground which then produced a geyser of steam and straw that ignited just by being left on the ground.
The volcanic surface may look barren, but a surprising number of lichens and small plants survive there and access is limited so we took the bus tour which was excellent, even if photos taken through the window weren’t great. The extent and variety of the landscape was striking, with huge ash covered areas interspersed with lava of all colours and textures creating moonlike vistas.
The other way to visit is by camel, and we watched groups returning on their beasts. I thought the camels were just for the tourists, and today they are, but they were brought to the island in the C16th and were used for all types of agricultural and transport work until well into the C20th.
Few of the roads have places to stop so photo opportunities are scarce but we read about the palmera inclinada and wondered if we’d be able to park nearby. We were in luck and walked down a well worn track to this quirky palm, star of many Instagram snaps! We had to join in and took a couple of our own!
As always, I snap the flowers and plants along the way, but this afternoon, I lost my balance when photographing a plant and fell on my bum, which was ok, but I grazed my hand on the volcanic rock and spent the rest of the day feeling a little sorry for myself for being so stupid and because it stung. I’d only taken off the skin, but it took several days to start healing properly, and just brought home how lethally sharp the volcanic rock is.
As for hiking, we decided to keep it to a minimum this trip as Chris has a dodgy knee, but nonetheless, the lure of a volcano we could actually get inside which would be on the flat, and only a round trip of about 3 miles from the car park won our vote. La Caldera de Los Cuervos was the first volcano to emerge from the eruption of Timanfaya. A path has been set up which offers great views of the lava flow, the crater and the surrounding area and enables a safe and sustainable visit. As we got closer we could see the splatter of lava at the top and the thick layer of small particles called pyroclasts down the sides. In a windy place like Lanzarote, these build up more on the leeward side which affects the shape of the volcano.
The number of plants getting a foothold was surprising, with even a lone poppy managing to survive in the wind.
Once inside the crater, it is huge … can you spot me?
We took several pictures inside …
… and were amazed at the variety in the colour and texture of various bits of lava …
We were so pleased we did the walk, even if it means a little R&R tomorrow.
From Yaiza we also explored the closest stretch of coast, starting with the Salinas de Janubio. The lava had formed a natural lagoon and salt flats were created which once produced 10,000 tons of salt a year, used mainly for conserving fish but production decreased considerably after refrigeration was introduced.
The logo for Canarian Salinas was designed by Cesar Manrique, inspired by the Artemia Salina, a small crustacean which can survive in the salt pans.
We even came back here one evening for dinner, took some photos in the afternoon light …
… and watched the sunset as we tucked into vegetable paella.
Further round the coast is Los Hervideros which means ‘Boiling pots’ because of the how the waves crash and swirl in the caves which have been formed in the lava by erosion.
A path goes quite close to the edge, but walkers beware as many received an unexpected dousing from a rogue wave. The colours were striking with the deep blue water and the red Montana Bermeja in the background.
The small seaside village of El Golfo proved a perfect place to stop for lunch, in one of the seafront tavernas offering garlic prawns for me and an omelette for Chris. We lunched to the constant sound of the huge waves crashing onto the rocks.
Afterwards, a short walk took us to Charco de los Clicos which is the eroded crater of a volcano which has been left open to the sea.
It has a permanent lagoon which keeps its water level through underground cracks and is green due to sulphur and algae and is separated from the sea by a black sand beach … all in all quite a photo opportunity although it’s almost impossible to get it all in!
It isn’t just the sea that fights back against the lava. Local farmers fought back too and managed to use their ingenuity to get vineyards established here. Deep hollows are dug through the ash layer into the soil below and the vines planted. They are protected from the strong north easterly trade winds by curved dry stone walls called zocos. The black volcanic ash is a vital element, capturing and storing what little moisture is available, and regulating the temperature of the soil. It is striking to see rows of these abstract forms lining the hillsides and the contrast of the green vines growing in the black soil.
We visited El Grifo first, the oldest winery still operating on the island.
Here we saw some very old vines planted in pits …
… and others in rows …
then at La Geria, protected by the iconic curved walls.
We’ve had a couple of bottles of El Grifo wine and can report both the red and the white are excellent.
On our last day in Yaiza, we woke to rain which was a bit of a surprise. It didn’t last long but it did mean we had our last breakfast indoors.
This brings the first part of our trip to an end as we leave Yaiza and drive to Costa Teguise, halfway down the island on the south coast for the rest of our stay.
Off Travelling Together 