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Showing posts with label Gallegos. Show all posts
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Tuesday, 31 May 2016

Walking the GR130 Camino Real - Barlovento to Franceses

We are having a great time re-walking our local walks along the GR130! Our latest one is the Barlovento to Franceses route which is a grand tour through nature with some breath-taking views. When it comes to features in a walk such as wooded trails, cliff tops views and emblematic villages, it really does come out tops.
And since this walk is included in our self-guided luggage transported walking itinerary, we kept the walk pure by starting at the Hotel Romantica at the top end of Barlovento town. That way, we can record it faithfully on Endomondo. And with my daughter along for the walk, that's definitely an added bonus! (Just in case you get mixed up, she's the leggy blonde and I'm the er, well not so leggy. Or blonde :)
So having started out from the hotel, it's a pleasure to go through the little wooded walk which brings us out at the top end of town. From there we stride out along the road with calls of 'why are we walking so fast?' It's a long way to go! Since it's a flat road, we don't like to dawdle but the road doesn't last long before we are on what you might call the trail proper.
The first part of this particular walk is, I would say, easy but it's only 30 minutes from the start before we get our first wonderful sea view. This is as we walk by the hamlet of La Tosca and the famous Dragon Trees of La Palma. It's also where the old, stone laundry basins are. The are fed water from one the many natural springs and it's good to imagine a whole gaggle, can I say, of women with their washing. In fact, we've got one of these old laundry basins at our own house in Franceses. I dimly recall thinking that I might 'go native' and use that instead of any automated means. I think that idea lasted about two weeks before I was off to look at Hotpoints and the like!
The laundry basins on the trail are now filled with greenery so obviously the local ladies have caught onto to mod-cons as well.
Then we're off into the wild green wonder with a myriad of exotic plants such as Agave, Stone Crop and the effervescent Sow Thistle. But caves are always fascinating too and although the big one on this section is more of an overhang, there are still remnants of where goats have been kept. You can also very clearly see the different strata in the rock face. But it's all very pretty wherever you look :)
So that's playtime over as we commence with a little barranco. In fact it hardly earns the name of barranco (ravine) because the main ones are much deeper at around 400m deep. Now it's onward and upward, or rather downward and upward into the deep Barranco de Gallegos before we get to the hamlet of La Crucita. In fact, there are only about ten houses here and because we cross the 'village' road almost before the houses have begun, we don't get to see many of them before trekking off down into the next barranco. But this one is very small and  the great thing is that there are some amazing caves to see laid out over three levels. Definitely worth pausing and having a peek inside.
At the top of the slope, we come to our half-way point and the lively village of Gallegos. I say lively because many Venezuelans live there and because it is the largest village across the north. But then again, it can very, very quiet ..... There is a bar/cafe though and it would seem almost rude to pass through without even a nod or better still a cold drink. There is even a little village shop over which the barman presides and he's more than happy to let you have a quick browse if you need any village shop items.
So suitably prepared for the next half, it's down the slope as we go towards the sea. And I think this time, we are walking rather more slowly than the first half - mainly due to the astounding view. We are quite a bit closer to the sea now, although still quite high, so the views really are show-stoppers. It's quite hard to tear ourselves away from the mirador! (lookout point)
Just 20 minutes later, we've reached the bottom of the second barranco and into what we like to call 'Mexican Valley' but what is actually the Barranco de Franceses. We love it because of the huge, smooth stones underfoot that form the ravine bed, the concentrated heat, the stillness and the cactus. Hey – Méhico! Actually, the cactus are Cardon or Candelabra cactus.
And it's not one ravine but two as it's a double dip - rising slightly before dipping down again. Although the rise between the two only takes 15 minutes and I think it's quite a special part of the walk to be enjoyed and not rushed. It's two for the price of one if you like to look at it that way and the rise in the middle is kind of fun. The incongruity of the zig zag path with us only moments apart but on an entirely different level is quite funny. (You might need to study the photo below to understand what I mean.)
Arriving at the base of the ravine on the other side of the rise, this time there is no cactus but a relatively large, flat area of multi-coloured, multi-shaped small stones rather reminiscent of a beach. There's also a craggy overhang which is a great place to enjoy some shade. If we want to get home in time for an afternoon cuppa though, it's time to press on. From here, it's a case of up, up and more up - with many rewards along the way. First a vertical spyhole quickly followed by a mirador complete with stone bench and a horizontal spyhole. Actually that spyhole is an arch of hard stone resting on a dip of softer stone.
It's also a good place to look back and see where you've come from and how far you've walked. There's quite a sense of disbelief as we look towards Barlovento in the distance!
Continuing up the path, there are a few teases by way of some houses dotted about. My suggestion is that you don't let this lead you into thinking you are almost 'there' because you've still got some more uphill work to do. And then when you reach the asphalt road, it's still another 30 minutes back to base, if going all the way to Las Tierras. But first of all you get to walk along the exquisitely narrow village road of Los Machines before entering the last, beautiful dell of Las Tierras, all still part of the stretched out area known as the French Quarter or Franceses.
Was this a good walk? You betcha!
* Our self-guided Luggage Transported walks include:

  • Highly-detailed walking notes (for the Barlovento to Franceses walk, 3 x A4 sheets)
  • Km guide with all walking signs integrated to keep you on track
  • Points of interest to make sure you don't miss salient features
  • Our own walk profile complete with distances and timings
  • History of each town en route

    For more information on Holiday La Palma self-guided walks, take a look at our webpage here:
    http://www.holiday-lapalma.com/luggagetransportedwalking.html
    or Contact us here: ann@holiday-lapalma.com

Sunday, 28 March 2010

Walking the GR 130




I've been blethering on about the GR 130 for some weeks now. Poor David. It seems that recently all my sentences either end or begin with 'The GR 130' or at least feature somewhere in the middle. In mitigation, quite a few of our guests for the bed and breakfast accommodation are 'doing the GR 130' and I can't help but feel a little bit of input on my part would make it a more enjoyable experience for people – especially when they don't have the benefit of living here and we do.

For example, I have noticed that many websites suggest that you walk right from Barlovento to Santo Domingo – the hardest part of the entire route and right across the north, all in one go. Perfectly possible of course, but you would probably need to be scooped up and poured into your own rucksack at the end of it.
Ah well, that's all OK if you like pain I suppose. Not to mention an eleven hour walk, almost all of which is up and down ravines.

Hence me doing a new website and my own suggested itinerary for the route.

Anyway, imagine my surprise when I said this morning, out of the blue (well, whilst preparing breakfast for our guests), 'why don't we catch the 10 o'clock bus to Gallegos and walk back?' and the reply was, 'OK then.'
Not that we haven't walked this section of the GR 130 before – just that it's been a couple of years. And it's a relatively short walk given that we needed to be back for more guests arriving. Ah, playing hookey when I should be making beds - lovely!

The adventure begins with catching the bus. There is something completely surreal about it – from the speed it is driven at to the subject matter of its occupants, which generally revolves around goats or potatoes. As usual, the bus was fairly empty, just us and Miguel who thought our plan hilarious and the further away we got from our start point the funnier he thought it was.
'Ha, ha, your house is so far away,' and 'Ha ha, your going to have to walk all the way back again,' and 'Ha ha, ...,' etc. Since this was the entire point, I thought it pretty funny too.

The other bit I like about the bus journey is when you get to Gallegos and the bus driver takes you at great speed down a steep single track road, closely lined with houses. 'You have to watch out for loose dogs,' he calls out to us as we cling on to our seats. Yes, we know from previous experience when there was an oncoming vehicle that at any given second we will make a screeching stop and we all go flying off our seats. It's like having a bit part in a disaster movie. The bit you don't want.

And then of course, arriving in Gallegos, is another adventure. The people there are so different. Our neighbour says it is because many are Cuban or Venezuelan. I can't explain it myself without being rude about certain individuals but you do get the impression you have just blundered onto a hospital ward where everybody is suffering from some sort of physcotic illness. Or just that the party started long before you got there. Enough said.

So of course I haven't even explained yet what the GR 130 is. Well, it is the ancient route which goes right round the island, is approximately 200km long and takes seven or eight days. Preferably more. I call it the Palmathon. David and I however are taking a laid back approach – completing it in something like 8 years. No, no really, this year, we promise to tackle the southern sections that we haven't done yet ....




The walk was wonderful you will be pleased to hear. For most of the time (not the steep, slippery bits with a vertical drop off), I had a daft grin on my face and exclaiming, 'It's just amazing ... what a view ... just look at it ...' and so on. Luckily, we took 71 photos and now that we are back, I can look at the them all again, still with a daft grin on my face.



Photos:
Spying on La Fajana
Going Mexican in Barranco de Franceses
Back at Franceses, consulting the map for the next adventure