Day Tour - Fuerteventura
24/11/07 20:18 Filed in: Fuerteventura | Canaries
Not a good start this morning the showers were cold and the toilet was falling apart. When informed the harbour master said a plumber had been called. We shall see!
We had arranged to hire a car and were joined for the day by Daniel and Eva from the German yacht Aphrodite
They had had a very eventful trip down which included a dismasting and helicopter rescue on their Biscay crossing. After their boat was salvaged and fitted with a new mast they resumed their trip to the Canaries via Maderia. Their story certainly put into perspective my use of the word disaster in relation to the discovery of a cockroach onboard.
Our first stop was Gran Tarajal were we discovered that the harbour was better than we had thought with a secure anchorage in an adjacent bay. Then we moved on to Playa de Solaventa de Jandia, a long attractive beach backed by a tidal lagoon and very popular with wind/kite surfers.
At Morro Jable in the extreme south of Fuerteventura we found that mooring was available for around €5.00 per night on new but unserviced pontoons.
From Morro Jable an unsurfaced road led to Faro de Jandia and Playa de Cofete on the south west coast, a spectacular but dangerous beach viewed from Montaña Aguda in very strong winds which blew in off the sea and up over the mountain.
Fuerteventura is the second largest island in the Canaries and the bleakest we have seen so far. We drove north through dry mountainous terrain with few inhabitants and an occasional wild goat.
A squirrel like creature introduced from Africa.
At Betancuria, the original capital, we went for a walk around the town which dates from 1404.
Town square, Betancuria.
Goat on a roof - Betancuria.
Continuing north we stopped at a few spectacular lookouts but the terrain remain consistently brown save for a black line of surfaced road. Our hire car, a little Citröen C3, was a bit underpowered on some of the steeper sections.
At Correljo we reached the north of the island. The town was an unattractive high density tourist destination with the usual selection of jewelers, steak houses, english pubs, estate agents and TT shops.
Sand sculpture, Correljo.
By then it was dark and we turned south towards the capital, Puerto del Rosario, where we stopped briefly, there being no obvious reason to linger, before returning to Puerto del Castillo.
We had arranged to hire a car and were joined for the day by Daniel and Eva from the German yacht Aphrodite
They had had a very eventful trip down which included a dismasting and helicopter rescue on their Biscay crossing. After their boat was salvaged and fitted with a new mast they resumed their trip to the Canaries via Maderia. Their story certainly put into perspective my use of the word disaster in relation to the discovery of a cockroach onboard.
Our first stop was Gran Tarajal were we discovered that the harbour was better than we had thought with a secure anchorage in an adjacent bay. Then we moved on to Playa de Solaventa de Jandia, a long attractive beach backed by a tidal lagoon and very popular with wind/kite surfers.
At Morro Jable in the extreme south of Fuerteventura we found that mooring was available for around €5.00 per night on new but unserviced pontoons.
From Morro Jable an unsurfaced road led to Faro de Jandia and Playa de Cofete on the south west coast, a spectacular but dangerous beach viewed from Montaña Aguda in very strong winds which blew in off the sea and up over the mountain.
Fuerteventura is the second largest island in the Canaries and the bleakest we have seen so far. We drove north through dry mountainous terrain with few inhabitants and an occasional wild goat.
A squirrel like creature introduced from Africa.
At Betancuria, the original capital, we went for a walk around the town which dates from 1404.
Town square, Betancuria.
Goat on a roof - Betancuria.
Continuing north we stopped at a few spectacular lookouts but the terrain remain consistently brown save for a black line of surfaced road. Our hire car, a little Citröen C3, was a bit underpowered on some of the steeper sections.
At Correljo we reached the north of the island. The town was an unattractive high density tourist destination with the usual selection of jewelers, steak houses, english pubs, estate agents and TT shops.
Sand sculpture, Correljo.
By then it was dark and we turned south towards the capital, Puerto del Rosario, where we stopped briefly, there being no obvious reason to linger, before returning to Puerto del Castillo.