Barren & Beautiful, the Oldest Canary Island

I love lush. The fernier the forests and steamier the jungle the better.

Parched ground, Fuerteventura

Endless plains devoid of flora generally leave me cold. Shaven hills look sad and apocalyptic.

As for a landscape where rain is a rare visitor; hell on earth. It’s exhilarating to dance in the rain. Dancing in the dust is more likely to bring on a bout of coughing.

Smooth burnt orange hills, Fuerteventura

But Fuerteventura did something that no other arid location had managed so far. It charmed and seduced me.

Malpais, Fuerteventura

Instead of looking over a harsh and characterless terrain, I was hypnotised by a beauty I didn’t know existed in such barren lands.

Orange hills, Fuerteventura

With each passing hour of the day the light dances across a landscape of alluring, femine curves. The smooth hills change colour, intensifying, as the sun lights them up from different angles, like a portrait photographer teasing the best from their model. There is little or no harsh, black shade to coyly mask their shallow crevices; they are completely exposed.

An amber landscape, Fuerteventura

They are mesmerically beautiful.

Jack is co-owner, writer and photographer for BuzzTrips and the Real Tenerife series of travel websites as well as a contributor to online travel sites and travel magazines. Follow Jack on Google+


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