On the third day we had booked a bus tour of the south of the island. Unfortunately, five minutes before the coach was due, George fell ill and was unable to go. I was left to make the trip on my own.
The first stop was the Timanfaya National Park where we were to see the lava fields, which had been formed during the volcanic eruptions of the 17th and 18th centuries. Some of the party decided on a camel ride – yes, they were used in the Canary Islands from the 16th century onwards to work carrying out agricultural and transport tasks. Not wanting a camel ride, I spent my time in the local information centre.
From there we made our way to Montanas del Fuego (the fire mountains), where we watched demonstrations on the power of the heat below the surface. The coach then made the journey through the grey landscape of the crater route. Then it was time for wine tasting before another short drive to our lunch stop, followed by a visit to El Golfo, where a quick stop allowed us to see El Charco de los Clios (the Green Lagoon). Then it was back to our hotel via the saltpans at Janubio.
A lazy day spent at the hotel complex.