- The Americas
- Greek Islands
I love lush. The fernier the forests and steamier the jungle the better.
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.
But Fuerteventura did something that no other arid location had managed so far. It charmed and seduced me.
Instead of looking over a harsh and characterless terrain, I was hypnotised by a beauty I didn’t know existed in such barren lands.
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.
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+