further explorations

I must revise my saying about cocks starting to cark at dusk. Those animals don’t know nothing about time at all… really not the slightest sense for an apropriate wakeup-call: 4 a clock in the morning and those rotten roosters won’t stop crowing. I crawled out of bed and, did some Gi Gong, as my camera was capturing the vast major nightly sky. In the end, I must thank that wrong programmed alarm chicks for waking me up.

At arond 11 am we finally woke up and after a great yoghurt with pomegranade and almonds we headed north again, to Sarzar, where we took a 4 hour walk through the ancient laurel forest, along caves of the original inhabitants, the guances. Beatifull old trees, hanging out of the steep walls, along the dried out river we followed. Old giant trees wrapped up in ivy and moss all over the place. Just Tarzan wasn’t there although at some point we thought someone is throwing rocks at us from atop. Closer investigations revealed that the big sycamore tree was loosing his fruits, dropping from about 30 meters down at us. Tasty, but quite dangerous.

Further along the LP-109, the old part of the LP-1 (the main route around the island) the road became so narrow that we had to often stop and give way to the oncoming traffic. Non the less the road is worth a visit. Winding up the steep northern regions, with great view, ancient  trees and a few photospots, where you even can park a car without causing a traffic jam.

Next up was Barlovento or better La Fajana, an aray of pools build right into the wild crashing sufr of the Atlantic Ocean. You basically swim into the Atlantic water that is distributed over five pools, separated by partly naturla lava stone and concrete. Swiming along with all kinds of fishes (yes! they are into the pools, rather into the big waves outside) and witnessing the heavy tide crashing against the pool walls from the outside is an unbelievable experience.

We came in a little late and the sun was vanishing behind the cliffy high mountains and so we carried on and headed for San Andrés, which is the old part of Los Sauces. Karin told us that it is heavily influenced by Cuba and the flair is great. To be honest: We didn’t find it too great, but maybe we passed it or overlooked it inside all those banana plantation. On the way back, we missed the LP-1 route and so I had to drive all the way back taking the LP-109, with all its narrow windings and steep serpentines. Actually it is easier to drive when it is drak, as you can make out the opposting traffic by its lights. At home we had a little dinner made of rice, almonds, pomegranate,  yoghurt and went to bed.