It has become cold in Lanzarote, in the morning it is only 18 ° C. We wear sweaters. At least the rain is through, it's dry. And it is time to move the Sissi location again. We got up early and want to leave at 10 a.m. Our next destination is Tenerife. That is 130 miles to drive from here, the wind forecast is good. We expect 15 to 20 knots of wind, so we can achieve optimal speed. The waves should not be higher than two meters, which means a smooth ride.
News from DHL, the slowest parcel service in the world A package from home has never been able to reach us. It's been traveling to us since November 27th. DHL has reported since December 2 that the package is in the destination area and “on the road”. There aren't that many roads in Lanzarote, but our package seems to want to drive them all. It's a shame, but hopefully the Chapos will be able to pick it up for us and sail to the Caribbean.
You have been in one place too long if you can make the guide for guests from Germany. You've been in one place too long when the woman in a giant marina's marine office knows your ship's name. You've been in one place for too long when you know the location of the cats, when the inevitable hitchhikers to the Caribbean are no longer trying to get carried away by your ship.
Hitchhiking across the Atlantic I have heard a lot about it, I saw it for the first time in Lagos. Then here in Rubicon. It will certainly not be any different in Tenerife. Young people with more or less large backpacks run off the footbridges. They ask for all boats that give the impression that they want to go to the Caribbean whether hands are still needed. They want to do “hand against bunk”, that is, to work their way across the Atlantic. Certainly a tempting thought not to be just two in the three-week crossing. On the other hand, it was a disturbing idea to sit together with two strangers in a narrow sailboat for three weeks. We don't take anyone with us, we are complete.
Almost sea-ready Since yesterday afternoon we have been somewhat sea-ready again. Today we got up at 7:30 a.m. to make the rest of the preparations. As always, we have to turn Sissi inside out. The Mooring time in the port always leaves its mark. The only thing left to be clarified is whether we will dig out the Parasailor or sail with the new Genoa.
We bought a delicious meal for today, although I'm afraid that Jens will share it with Neptune again. After all, we have been in Lanzarote for almost a month. We don't want to stay that long in Tenerife. The start date for the Atlantic crossing has almost been reached.
Word games with the term “Rubicon”Push forward in my brain. In the end, it is true in a way. We are at a point where it is difficult to reverse. It gets harder with every mile that we sail further west. The Rubicon is crossed, Caribbean, we are coming!
We wish everyone a nice 2nd Advent in their home country. Do something you enjoy! We do it. We sail from Lanzarote to Tenerife in the best conditions. Adios for today. Adios Lanzarote.
All's well that ends well. We bought a new genoa and it is on the ship with us. In this respect, everything could have ended worse. After all, we saved a lot of VAT. However, I wonder if we can ever take this genoa back to the EU. Maybe I shouldn't be writing about it?
It all started with the fact that we reefed our genoa too late during the crossing to the Canary Islands and therefore our lower leg was torn off. It actually started with the purchase of Sissi, because the genoa was no longer really fresh. The sailmaker in Stavoren has already told us that it will not last long. Therefore, it was already planned to have a new genoa made on the way. Blue-eyed and inexperienced as I am, I wanted to do that in the Canary Islands. There are many sailboats, where there are sailboats there are sailmakers and sailmakers make sails. I thought. And there is no VAT on the Canary Islands, so the sail must be cheaper there. I thought.
So we carried our genoa to Puerto Calero for the sail maker. He was supposed to sew on the lower leg and make a new genoa. He could offer the former. After that, the genoa was at least reusable. He couldn't and didn't want the latter.
“Here in the Canary Islands all people order their sails either in Germany or in England. The sails are finished there faster and cost less. ” So much for my plan. So I got on the phone and found a sail maker in Germany who wanted to quickly sew a genoa and send it to Lanzarote. Since we had planned a week in Frankfurt anyway, the wait wasn't so bad. With was explained exactly what we have to measure so that the new sail fits. The sail maker in Puerto Calero helped us with the measurements. So far so good.
Then I quickly went to the computer, transferred the down payment to Germany and clarified by phone how the delivery should be. I looked for the delivery address from the Internet (Marina Rubicon) and sent it. We have received so many deliveries in the meantime that it is becoming a habit to put the shipping name and my name in front of the delivery address. So far so good.
Monday November 25th During our stay in Frankfurt, the sail maker called me and informed me that the genoa was ready for dispatch. He wants to know if I would rather have delivered it to Frankfurt so that I can take it with me. I would have done that even if our return flight had not been the next day. The sail is therefore entrusted to UPS. After all, we have not had any bad experiences with this parcel service.
Tuesday November 26th Before our return flight, UPS sends an email saying that our Genoa should be delivered on Thursday. Wow, I thought. Only three days from Germany to Lanzarote. Other parcel services can cut a few slices.
Wednesday November 27th UPS sends an email that our sail has arrived in Gran Canaria. Then there are further emails every three hours, all in Spanish by the way, which reported an exception for the delivery. With the help of Leo, we can find out that the genoa is stuck in customs and it's not up to UPS to stop it being transported. No matter. The genoa is very close.
Thursday November 28th The day of the announced delivery. In my mailbox there are already several emails from UPS that continue to report customs clearance. Dear people in Germany, you don't even know how good we are with the European Customs Union. The genoa stays in customs, I can hardly keep up with deleting all UPS mails. They installed a real spam machine there.
Friday November 29th An email is coming from UPS announcing the delivery of the package by Monday, December 2nd. Nice. That’s enough for us. So far so good.
Monday December 2nd In the early afternoon I received an email from UPS that the package should have been delivered, but Marina refused to accept it. We find out that the issue was that 210 € customs duties were due and that the marina refused "the package" but "the paperwork". UPS sends an email that the package is now on the way back. UPS asks if the goods can be destroyed. Jens and I go crazy. The marina explained to us that the address “yacht in transit” is missing from the address. How do we get this addition to the address? Nobody reports to UPS anymore.
Tuesday 3rd December We are trying to contact UPS in Gran Canaria. Hopeless. English is not spoken at UPS in Spain. We don't speak Spanish. We cannot call UPS in Germany from here because the 0180 number cannot be called from abroad. We try to get the address change through the sail maker. I call Marcos, my former boss, who knows Spanish as a mother tongue. He agrees to call UPS in Spain. He can also call UPS in Germany. Jutta from the Chapo calls her son. He also speaks Spanish fluently. He manages to reach Alberto, the parcel driver. He still has the package in his car. Jens persuades the boss from the marina to accept the package. Fortunately, Alberto has not yet unloaded the heavy box out of the car. Alberto wants to come back the following day.
Wednesday December 4th We are eagerly awaiting Alberto. I camp with a snack near the marina office in the shade. Jens waits at the boat if Alberto drives the package directly to the dock. Meanwhile, he can continue to paint the deck. In the early afternoon the time has come. The delivery truck arrives.
Alberto delivers the sail to the marina office and collects the € 210 customs fees. 30 seconds later I get an invoice from the marina for € 270. They add a bunch of fees for accepting the package. No matter. I do not give a shit.
Alberto brings the sail to the jetty and is given a friendly tip by Jens. Perhaps he will also transport a sail for another sailor. In any case, he doesn't make an unhappy impression on me when he leaves the marina.
Now it is there, our new genoa. We would like to pull them up, but that is currently not possible with the wind gusts. We unpacked the package, stowed the genoa in the forward berth and had a beer on it.
On the one hand, the fun cost a lot of customs and marina fees, on the other hand, we saved a lot of VAT by delivering to Lanzarote. That is the good thing about it. If we had had the sail delivered to Frankfurt, that would not have been the case.
I don't know if we can bring the new Genoa back to Germany. Maybe we still have to pay tax on them. As a precaution, I keep the bill with the fees. It goes west, where German customs and tax law does not apply.
Thanks to everyone who helped us or wanted to help get the cloth out of customs. Thanks to Alberto, David, Jutta, Marcos, Stefan and Mrs. N. from the sailmaker. All is well.
Lanzarote is in the pass zone, which leads to the island fresh winds all year round blow from north to northeast. Lanzarote has a mild and year-round Low-precipitation arid climate, as the Trade winds on the relatively flat island usually do not rain. (Source: Wikipedia)
We just walked two piers and had to change our T-shirts because they were raining through. We had already showered. It only rains on Lanzarote if you have painted the deck of the ship with fresh new anti-slip paint in the afternoon.
It rains when you are invited to dinner with friends on another ship. It rains when you forget to close one of the roof hatches. It rains when the shoes are on the dock.
With 112 millimeters of precipitation Lanzarote is the driest per year the Canary Islands. 85 percent of the precipitation falls off January to March. The relative humidity is 70 percent on average. In the mountainous north you can use up to 300 millimeters a year significantly more Rainfall is lower than in the south. (Source: Wikipedia)
It's raining in Playa Blanca. You cannot be further south on Lanzarote. Wikipedia is crap. I have no idea how we can get the inside of Sissi dry again in the next few days. Of course the wind turns and of course it rains directly into the salon through the open companionway.
Our major case is just hitting the mast, the wind has turned. None of us are motivated to go back on deck after changing the T-shirts to stop the noise. It's raining.
The following morning, rain showers whip through the marina. The rain brings sand, which spreads smoothly in every crevice on deck. Great.
With a few days late I am writing this post for the first Advent. It was the day before yesterday. Even in Germany I find the Christmas mood pretty stupid, here it looks even more bizarre. At 28 ° C on the first Advent. We feel good even without Christmas.
To celebrate the day properly, we decided to join the Chapos in Tapas Bar Yaiza to visit, which Jens and I discovered before our flight to Frankfurt. The visit was still pending.
We walked comfortably to the central bus stop in Playa Blanca and only petted a few cats on the way to the bus. If we had stroked them all, we would not have been there on time for the departure. Then it was only a 15 minute bus ride and we stood in front of the tapas bar.
In the beginning we didn't get a table, the restaurant was so full. We were not disappointed in any way. Inside there were no fat British or Germans, but almost only locals who enjoyed Sunday lunch with their families. We were able to seamlessly take over the table from an Italian couple and then finally proceed to order food. It was urgent, our stomachs growled louder than a hungry pit bull. There is no menu.
The simple dishes are all pre-cooked and are waiting for the hungry guests. You step on the counter and choose what you want to eat. As foreign guests, we were courted by the landlord, who also properly loaded our plates. These then went into the microwave and lunch is ready. At the other tables it smelled seductively.
The microwave is small, the hunger was great. So we already had the first plate almost empty when the landlord brought us the second plate to the table. As table wine we had a white wine from Lanzarote without a label. It was the best wine we have ever had on this island. There were also meatballs, fish, pasta, vegetables, chickpeas, potatoes, (...).
I'm not the type of person who photographs his food - unless it's ribs with cabbage. But I couldn't help myself in this bar. Everything is kept very simple and all dishes are extremely delicious. Jens and I decided that we have to go there again. I also want to talk the host off two or three of these wine bottles.
For the wallet, this meal was a real relaxation. For four people it was only 45 € with a starter drink, wine and tapas. From now on it is no longer an insider tip, because it is on the Internet.
The popular saying is that you should rest after a meal or take a thousand steps. We couldn't rest, so we decided to go for a walk. There was still over an hour before the bus was supposed to head back towards Playa Blanca. So we continued the site visit where we had to stop two weeks ago. Inside the little church.
Of course there is a crib in the church. The church is beautifully designed and does not look cluttered. A visit that was worthwhile for us, because on the back of the church we found a kind of “crib”. I found it totally cute, because the Yaiza (?) Or Yaizaner or Yaizäner, i.e. the inhabitants of the town of Yaiza, built a miniature Lanzarote.
Actually, only one Märklin railway is missing to complete the ensemble. I can only do without it because there are no rails on Lanzarote. You can walk around the installation completely and find, for example, the salt pans, the town of El Golfo or the cooking holes of Los Hervideros. Everything is there!
We made fun of sending Christmas greetings back home. For example with lemons as Christmas baubles. The chapos collected ingredients for an advent wreath.
Thanks again for the invitation to eat! Thank you for the nice afternoon we laughed so much.
On such a beautiful afternoon, of course, the obligatory cat should not be missing. This one kept running away from us and was afraid. At some point she finally sat down and watched us suspiciously as we took a picture of her. The cat content was also taken care of.
Tired and tired, it was time to move to the bus stop. The buses are not really on time, so the waiting time at the bus stop had to be bridged.
Either I'm not really addicted to my smartphone or it's due to my phone contract with a limited amount of data. I am the only one of our group of four who does not have a cell phone in hand. Jutta holds hers for photography.
After dark, Jens and I ran through Playa Blanca again to see the Christmas lights everywhere in action. We wanted to see how the Canary Islands decorate for Christmas.
The shopping area could be anywhere in Europe. There you will find the same brands as can be found in a German pedestrian zone, similar Chinese shops and of course souvenir shops on every corner.
The “tree” is bizarre. A fir tree replacement on an island that has practically no free trees. We didn't have to laugh, but we found the best installation in a traffic circle at the entrance to the town. A Christmas windmill. What does that have to do with Christmas or Lanzarote? No idea.
It was enough, the first Advent was almost over. So we took our steps back to the marina, took a picture of a beautiful street cat on the way and then listened to what our mattresses had to whisper to us.
We have to bring the speed dinghy back to its home port. Before that, however, we want to take a small tour of the island and look at some spots on the west coast that we have not seen before.
In the national park we had to stop for the first photo stop - two reasons: First, there was a beautiful motif with gardens in the middle of stone walls, attempts by people to make the island cultivable.
On the other hand, a saying haunts my head, which has become more and more solid on this island in the middle of the lava rocks. We had to leave the main street to take pictures of the gardens. There is not much else besides the lava. The saying was once brought up again and again in railroad newsgroups when buffer kissers followed the trains on any slopes with their cars and high speed. "Company cars and rental cars may go anywhere." This saying is to be checked for its truthfulness.
We free the car from the lava and continue our little tour. After crossing the Timanfaya National Park, we land again in the middle of white houses that stand below brown mountains. A town invites us to a little photo stop - La Santa. After all, Christmas is coming soon. We will probably spend Christmas in the middle of the Atlantic.
We continue, we have to hurry to reach a gas station before we have used up all the fuel. But we still have the time to photograph a fantastic sky.
Finally we return the car. The landlord does not want to look at whether the car is in good condition. We are asked whether the tank is still a quarter full. Why did we oxen fill up completely? Then we go to the bus stop and wait for the bus that will take us back to the marina. While we are waiting for the bus, there is a wonderful light situation under the clouds. Today the sky was beautiful.
We have a great time in Lanzarote. We work on Sissi for a few hours every day so that we can have a relaxed crossing of the Atlantic next month. Then we grab our rental car and see some sights, go hiking or eat in the restaurant. We were previously told that there are a lot of German pensioners here who spend the winter in Lanzarote. Otherwise there must be a lot of tourists here - but where are they? There are no skyscrapers except in the capital Arrecife, there is exactly one in Arrecife. And we haven't seen large resorts and hotel complexes either. So far, anyway. And then we come all the way south to Playa Blanca. The clichés are served here.
I would have expected such an atmosphere in many more places on the island. Fortunately, it looks different almost everywhere. Here you can find German menus, Wiener Schnitzel, Paulaner beer in the beach bar and in the supermarket Warsteiner, Krombacher, Bitburger and Oettinger beer stand side by side on the cooling shelf. Playa Blanca.
The beach with umbrellas and half-grilled tourists, souvenir shops, beach bars and kiosks are replacing each other on the beach promenade. In between there are always hotel entrances and closed areas.
All well-known fast food chains have settled near the beach and the Bikers Beach Club is very full in the early afternoon. Walkers on the promenade are carrying chilled beer cans in their hands, children are blaring and bits of German are getting into our ears from every corner. This is roughly the picture I expected from Lanzarote.
In front of one of the hotels we find a small feeding place for cats and a black cat lies in front of it in proper style. Of course it is black, otherwise it would be easy to photograph. We continue to walk along the beach promenade with our eyes open and lo and behold, the black cat is not alone.
The can openers lie on the beach in the sun to relax, the true mistresses of the world in the shade. Our presence only elicits a tired wink from this pointed ear.
I then try Leo again. Leo is a Dictionary on the Internetwithout which we could not have made our trip. This allows you to translate not only into English, but also into French, Portuguese and Spanish. This is very practical if you don't know the vocabulary. "Playa Blanca" means "white skin on the beach".
This is not our preferred corner in Lanzarote. We are here with Sissi because we want to continue to Tenerife soon and the port is a great starting point.
I have never seen a place in Lanzarote that could surpass Yaiza in its authenticity. On the way back from Timanfaya we came through Yainza for the first time.
At that point I already knew that the many white houses are by no means tourist resorts, but that practically all the houses on Lanzarote were painted in this color.
We wanted to find a place during our stay where the locals would visit the church and pub. A place where hotels and resorts don't dominate the ambience. A place where the restaurant doesn't have a German menu.
We believe in this place Yaiza have found, and will visit this tapas bar during our stay on this island. The most famous person from this place is surely the priest who unites about the volcanic eruption in today's TImanfaya National Park Eyewitness report made.
Similar to these cyclists, we drove through the town on our first trip from the south and immediately decided to let the cameras circle again.
It is striking that, unlike many other places we have driven through, there is really life on the street. Otto normal tourist will never see this place, because a bypass was built and there are no sights on the map of Lanzarote.
But you will find beautifully maintained houses and gardens away from the main street, for example in the picture above vines, which are accurately fenced with small walls and individually watered. Water is known to be scarce on this island.
The community has put up many differently colored flowering plants on the public areas, which we were still able to admire in all their splendor in mid-November. A treat for the eye and completely different colors. Great.
In front of the church we see a couple who have decided not to attend the service. We were in the church and could even have taken photos of the interior, but refrained from doing so because the priest had just started the service at the time of our visit. We didn't want to handle the cameras out of respect. But we will be back, we still want to visit the tapas bar. Then maybe the church opened.
The bar is right behind the church. It's like in Bavaria, I thought to myself. The men sit in the bar and drink, in the church women sit and pray. The role model is old.
Finally a place with real life. Even if it can be seen only sparsely, like the colorful plants in their colors. Finally no thick, bright bellies on the beach, but normal people. This place is refreshingly different. Fortunately, this blog does not have the necessary traffic that could change something like that. I'm going to keep Jens from posting this on Instagram.
Yaiza. A place you can’t actually find. Capital of the municipality and yet not listed in any tourist guide. You automatically drive past it by car. There are almost no hotels, no swimming pool, no discotheque. The on-site ATM does not charge any extra fees and the local bar is not populated by British, German or other tourists. The dream of an individual tourist. Jens and I will still eat tapas there and arrive in proper style on the regular bus.
Once again we gave ourselves the full tourist program. We have them for € 9.50 per person Cueva de los Verdes visited. It is one of the largest lava tunnels in the world and, as always, you only need to click on the link to read all of the rest on Wikipedia.
We drive to the spacious visitor parking lot and let a friendly Marinero assign us a berth for our speed dinghy. Then we pack our backpacks and I start swearing softly. I want to take my camera out of my backpack and find that she has made herself comfortable for the day on the Sissi navigation table. So without. So only with the cell phone.
After paying the entrance fee, we have to wait a few minutes for the next tour to start. You cannot visit the cave alone, but only in a guided group. Of course, all this is put into perspective again, because the group size is limited to 50 people. Then you can get lost, stay longer and take a nice picture. But I forgot the camera on board.
At the first meeting point, the height guide explains that the cave system is seven kilometers long, that the temperature inside is always pleasant 20 ° C and that you must not take pictures on the stairs. Risk of accident. She repeats this a few more times. Effortless effort, some have stumbled on the stairs. Then it starts, we have to bend down deep. The stairs in the entrance area are perhaps 1.20 meters high. Exciting.
In Britain, visitors would have been given helmets, in France the entrance would have simply been enlarged.
We get a small lecture about the different minerals on the walls. Phosphate, calcium carbonate, rust. And of course lava, lava, lava, the cave was formed a few thousand years ago by a volcanic eruption. Overall, the cave is 7 km long, but our tour is only one kilometer.
As in many other places on this island, there are many tourists and a lot of lava in this cave. I am no longer so unhappy that my good camera stayed on the Sissi, because the cell phone has a brilliant night photo mode. This makes the pictures as bright as if I had taken them outside in sunlight. At least sometimes, if the cave lighting is right.
The exciting patterns, some of which can be admired, are not stalactites. The cave guide attaches great importance to this. No water drips in here either, after all, the island is quite dry. The shapes all come from the cooling lava that once flowed here through the tunnel to the sea.
We were asked not to use any light or flash for the photos. Of course, not everyone adheres to it. But I can not imagine that the photos with flash will be better than these almost exclusively computer-generated night shots. I enthusiastically take picture after picture, simply out of my hand. What is possible with image processing today is pretty blatant.
Even deeper in the cave there are parts of the path that you cannot walk upright. I once shot from the hip to take pictures of the tourists who followed me almost crawling.
At the far end of the cave is a concert hall, which probably has excellent acoustics. We were allowed to take a seat, but unfortunately our cave guide did not sit down on the grand piano and acted out, but only told about the concerts. And from the research station, which is also set up in the cave and observes the seismic waves.
In the photo it almost looks like she is conducting an orchestra. But she only told a lot with her hands (in two languages - Spanish and English). Then it goes back to the second, the upper level.
If you don't want to spoil the surprise and plan to visit the cave in the future, you should stop reading at this point and stop looking at any other pictures. Otherwise the punch line is flooded.
Really. I am serious. It is really surprising! And it's very, very nice. We are all asked to gather in front of a deep hole, we should be very quiet there.
The hole looks beautiful. The cave is somehow symmetrical and the whole ambience is really stylishly lit. It will be exciting. The guide picks up a stone and hands it to one of the tourists. He should throw the stone into the hole and we should listen to the echo.
The stone flies briefly and it makes "splash". The second level is actually a reflection in a puddle. The water did not come here naturally, but was made there for this very purpose. This is one of the biggest secrets of Lanzarote, the guide says with a wink. Class! This is how you do it. Someone thought of something.
Unfortunately, the rush of photographing tourists is suddenly so brutal that it is only my turn for my picture when the water has almost calmed down again. But now it is very nice to see that it is a reflection and not two levels of the cave system.
That was the highlight of the tour and so we slowly walk towards the exit. It is filmed, snapped and discussed about the reflection. In many different languages. I don't know all of these languages, but all people sound enthusiastic.
We leave the cave, narrow our eyes at the great brightness outside and stroll comfortably back into the parking lot. A great trip!
No, no, we weren't playing golf. I can't do that at all and I can't imagine myself running a golf course voluntarily. El Golfo is a coastal town on Lanzarote. We have been there.
Like all (!) Places on Lanzarote, this one also consists of white houses. I had promised that I would depict such a village sometime - now the time has come. This place has many hotels, fish restaurants and great waves breaking off the coast.
From the large parking lot at the entrance to the town, it is only a few hundred meters on a well-developed hiking trail until you reach El Lago Verde, the green lake. It is a former volcanic crater, which is somehow connected to the sea underground and got its green color from algae.
As always, there is much more information about the place and the green lake in the linked Wikipedia article. I'm very happy about Wikipedia, so I don't have to write it all down, I can just put a link.
El Golfo has no port, the few small boats have been pulled ashore by the residents in the next bay. If you look at how the Atlantic Ocean is hitting the coast here, you don't want to imagine how it feels in such a small nutshell. Seasickness for landlubbers is guaranteed.
I am more and more pleased with our decision to rent a car to explore the island. This was the only way we could get to these beautiful corners. Although public transport is somewhat expanded, we could never have enjoyed the variety of impressions in such a short time.
“Los Hervideros” is located on the southern lava coast of Lanzarote. An impressive place where we were very happy. There are coastlines that are best seen from a boat, on other coastlines you want to keep a greater distance by boat, especially by sailboat. This lava coast is one of them.
In Timanfaya we saw where the volcanoes erupted and hurled their lava through the landscape. In Los Hervideros we could see where the lava flow ended in the sea. The sea is not particularly deep there, which is expressed by impressive, breaking waves.
If you stand patiently with the camera in the same place for a few minutes, you have the opportunity to take fantastic pictures of spraying spray. The trick is to press the shutter button on the camera at the right time. It's easy to forget because of the amazement.
The special thing here is the so-called cooking holes. I could not find an explanation of the name on Wikipedia, I can only explain that the sea is boiling in these holes.
When the wave has rolled up, it runs into the holes, is reflected by the stones and splashes back again. A great sight!
The holes were created by natural erosion, not a direct result of the volcanic eruptions. The rock is of course of volcanic origin.
For us tourists, paths and stairs were carved into the stones so that we can get to the holes without injuries. Otherwise it would only be possible for experienced climbers. Jens said to me that you can definitely climb there because the rock has great grip.
I don't really like it that much, I prefer usable stairs. So I got inside one of the holes.
All this is nothing you want to go in with your rubber dinghy. It took me a few minutes to record the above, the waves just didn't want to do as I did. When I looked around again, there was a long line behind me.
Fortunately, this is a place where you don't have to pay admission or get scared away by a guide. Jens also tried the cooking hole.
In addition to the beautiful pictures of the roaring Atlantic Ocean, you also have a fantastic view of the cold volcanoes from here.
The tourist path is lined with signs that prohibit entering the rock surface. Apparently some people have overdone it. I would have no desire to trudge in this inhospitable plain. The great view of the mountains is enough for me.
Los Hervideros is an impressive place. I am glad that we went there. It is not on the top list of sights, there is not even a separate page on Wikipedia. Anyway, I like Lanzarote more and more.