Higher than high

Thanks to our friend the cocks we where up pretty early and without loosing much time with showering, we set about the “Roque de los Muchachos” – the top of the island, reaching a whopping 2426m above the sea into the sky and therefore is the highest point of the island.
It took us quite some time to drive up that narrow, winding road and the word serpentine definitely becomes a new meaning, along that road.

The higher we got the less we could see, riding directly into the clouds. Right below the official parking side we got out of the car and walked the rest up. At first the fog/clouds where so dense and humidity was so high that we got wet right away. When we reached the Roque we hardly could see it. Dense clouds where pushed up the hills and sometimes it looked like the Cumbre Vieja is still active and left us with a scenery right from Tolkiens fantasy. The air is filled with odor of the heather-clad vulcano soil. Right a the bottom and around the Roque de los Muchachos are several observatories located. The nightly sky must be one of the most spectacular views, as no unnatural lightsource disturbs it and 2400m above sea is another good reason.

As we squandered along to a platform that is located a few hundred meters behind the Roque, suddenly the clouds opened up and gave view to the west side. Spectacular view. Suddenly you feel like Reinhold Messner on top of the world.
On our way back we stopped for some chestnuts, that where literally laying on the street – a good addition to our bill of fare. Back at Buenavista siesta was the magic word and that’s where we are right now, typing these lines. Maybe we will try to get to a nearby beach… I ll keep you posted.

No water, no beach. Luna joined us on our mission seeking the nearest beach to take a round of refreshing swimming in the Atlantic. Nadine slid on the gravel ground and bailed on her knee, Luna ran after some sheep…. but the view was great. Sweaty and finished from walking all day we prepared dinner, ate some olives, drank some wine and sliped in bed.
early morning rainbow on the way up to le roque road to nowhere water… warter everywhere hells gate suddenly the fog lifts and you get a slight idea of the hight earopean observatories.. 5 or 6 of them That thing from Contact. Couldn’t figure how to operate it ;) on our way to Lomada Grande…that we never reached low clouds, dropping from the mountains, every night, when the air gets a littel cold an sun goes to sleep luna and us… sundown… every evening.. promissed! nightly sky… long exposure

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