Spain. Oh, no, Lanzarote

The first day in Lanzarote

It’s time to tell you about our experiences in Lanzarote, the last island we visited in Canary. It was poor planning or no plan as always. We came up with this idea on almost the last day being in Fuerteventura, so we changed the date of our tickets to home and moved to one more island. 

There were only sketches of where to move. The island is small, so we did not need big plans. According to various sources, it is enough one day to travel around the island, and there is nothing more to watch. But that doesn’t matter. The important thing is to define the direction, the geographical feeling. I love the Canary Islands for the simplicity of logistics. It’s impossible to get lost there. 

On the way towards Playa del Papagayo, stop at Playa Quemada. You will not, or almost will not, meet tourists. A small fishing town. Descending into it is a beautiful view. Not a must-see, but definitely worth a visit.

Playa del Papagayo – lull, peace – you don’t want to rush anywhere. Several of the nearby beaches are definitely worth a visit. The place is photogenic. Fuerte is visible from there.

Castillo de las Colorada or else El Castillo O Torre Del Aguila. Just a defensive tower. It is not worth the special drive, but if you drive past, why not. The only such structure in the south of the island, protecting against pirates and just about anyone. The view of Fuerte is amazing.

I know that drawing conclusions on the first day was premature, but for me, at least for the time being, Lanzarote seemed quite different from the other islands. If wildlife, it’s wild completely. If you live in an area, everything is too sterile and uniform. There was no such feeling on the other islands. Don’t get it wrong. No less interesting here than on other islands. But in some places, boring, sterile, uniform. Such is the whole town of Playa Blanca.

We didn’t plan our ride towards an abandoned Los Charcones hotel with natural pools by the sea. The internet recommends hiking. We drove by car. Once again, the feeling that the human foot rarely traverses the paths visited us. There, far away, we saw white houses, civilization. And here, in a few square kilometers, nothing but a few black wicks grows. It is not clear how such areas can be completely dead.

We swam in the pools although the waves were big. The abandoned hotel seemed like a place loved by tourists. We were not alone there that day.