Lanzarote is the second island of the Canary archipelago I visited last month after Fuerteventura. Despite the geographical proximity, the vibe is totally different from one place to the other.
Lanzarote grabbed some deep parts of me, it’s rough and earthy.
For the adventurers, it is a land to discover every time the touristic paths are left on the southern coasts.
It has the power and the strength of all its volcanos, scattered around hills and rocks.
This island made me sleep as peaceful as a baby, while the winds were singing a daily lullaby, dancing together with the stars.
Lanzarote is the fire of all the sunsets I loved. Lost among the show of a thousand and a million shades, every evening different.
This island sent me back to simplicity and to the very root of my existence, challenging what I dare while being brave to feel everything I keep hidden inside.
A place naked like the soil of the moon. Empty but never boring.
Here I discovered again bare things like the smell of the rain on the plants. After long time, I felt I was exactly where I wanted and needed to be.
The sand slapping my cheeks and my premature summery outfit when cycling with a mountain bike I had on rent for two days made me feel alive.
I loved keeping my cycling routes focused on the north, where I can hear better our Mother Earth raging through a million inpatient waves.
I left the village of Tao around midday after I got my mountain bike, baptised ‘Pepita’.
Tao is a very short way until Famara, the village you can meet on the way after Tiagua, Miguel and Soo. Caleta de Famara is one of the surfers’ main spots located on the North side of the island. I enjoyed the ride due to the view and the weather, which was sunny and around 20 degrees. As I discover the sport mode on my bike, I started getting lost off tracks: big wheels don’t lie!
The music is on and loud on my ears. I breath with open lungs while remembering the yoga classes of the previous days. I get dirty with the sand, I go on the rod and switch off road when I see some small hills. I feel the kid inside myself screaming out loud…pura vida!
After a quick swim and a coffee, I head South towards Teguise. The road is crowded with cars but also with groups or solo cyclists like me. It is pretty safe to cycle even on the bigger roads because locals seem to be used to tourists populating the roadsides all year round.
I have never been to South America but I imagine that would look a lot like Teguise. The main square on Sunday is crowded with tourists visiting a local market and there are a couple of sweet tapas places located beneath it which are nice to visit during the warmest hours of the day because they always cross the rays of the sun.
I keep on riding towards the north and I exit the town, meeting on the way the Pirates’ museum and lots of bare countryside that looks always more exciting to my eyes. I took the big LZ10 to get till Haría where I cross the Parque eolico, the village of Los Valles and a couple of ‘ermitas’ (hermitage).
The view takes my breath away and even the warm weather!
Once out of the town, I really start feeling exhausted. I switch on the electric mode on my bike and head towards Ye, which is a couple of km up on a hill. The night before I booked a bed in a rustic Finca located between Ye and Orzola, so I decide to go straight there for a warm cup of tea and some refreshments.
I am positively surprised by the property owned by Emilio, the owner of the Finca ‘El Cortijo’. If you are not expecting luxury but you are happy with authentic experiences, this is the place you want to be. It is on the main road after the town of Ye and before Orzola.
If you arrive there by car mind the road as it’s not in good condition and pretty steep. With my bike was a fun path, though!
The inside is even more appealing, sweet and quiet, including the wind you hear all the time in this group of islands. The place smells old books and stories. I wish I was less tired to write more of my stories, sitting in this cosy living room.