You will notice that GR131 has not appeared in today’s title. Instead of going back up the mountain, we were going to the seaside. An hour’s bus ride across and through the Island [2.10 euros] and we were changing buses in Los Llanos to go down to Puerto de Tazacorte. I managed to hobble down to the black beach and have a dip in the waves until I realised my leg didn’t want to swim. A hilarious moment happened when we tried to walk across the beach barefoot and realised our feet were actually burning on the black ash, a lot of hopping and jumping onto clothes ensued. A decent fish restaurant served us lunch whilst looking up at the steep path we could have been coming down on the GR131. Ah well, some other time.
The night was spent in the delightful old part of Los Llanos. Tree lined streets were perfect for the relaxed café culture. The trees are 150yr old Indian Laurels, a type of Ficus, and are crying to be climbed.
All of nature wild and free
This is where I long to be
La isla bonita…