The Split Personality of Corralejo on Fuerteventura

“Corralejo, what a dump,” the thought zipped straight from my mind and out of my mouth.

On our first visit I was shocked by the soulless tackiness of the scene in front of us as we drove into Corralejo on Fuerteventura. A purpose built, post mass-tourism Armageddon of garish signs, empty theme parks and the blandest of dated cheap and nasty developments.

A packaged holiday hell that had never left the 1980s.

You want to know how bad it is? It took me four attempts to drop the yellow Google street view man into place on the approach road to remind myself of the ‘scenery’. The first three times he sprinted back to the safety of his little box on the Google map screen. He didn’t even want to make a virtual visit.

Corralejo dunes, Corralejo, Fuerteventura, Canary Islands

Part of the problem was the approach through the Corralejo dunes; a sweet-talking expanse of sand that conjured up romantic images of ships of the desert gliding steadily across the golden Saharan seas on the continent not too far away across the water.

It’s a landscape that turns eyes into saucers.

And then you’re punched in the visual equivalent of the solar plexus by an army of souvenir shops, signs advertising cheap tobacco and Brit bars where nightly live music is promised/threatened. A world where there are more Chinese buffets than anything remotely Spanish/Canarian.

Beauty and the beast.

Windmill, old town, Corralejo, Fuerteventura, Canary Islands

The urge was to turn around at the next roundabout and head back into those wonderful burnt orange hills. But we needed information from the port, so we continued past a depressing vision of a side of Canary Island tourism that has been partly responsible for giving the islands a ‘naff’ tag which has been almost impossible to shake. On the plus side, it’s also brought in a lot of people and money.
All the most popular Canary Islands have a version of this face of Corralejo. But in other locations much of it has had a makeover, replaced by an improved and more sophisticated 21st century model.

No matter how much the golden orb in the sky smiled, it didn’t penetrate my dark cloud. I just don’t like places like this. I don’t want to be in them, they hold no interest at all. They exist only because the sun does.

Boat in old town, Corralejo, Fuerteventura, Canary Islands

As we ventured deeper into Corralejo, things changed for the better. We followed a sign towards the port and the souvenir shops disappeared as magically as the scarlet people wearing vest tee-shirts and too tight shorts. Voices around us switched from Cockney to Canarian.

We parked opposite the bus station and walked through narrow streets toward the coast. It wasn’t pretty, but it felt real. We passed a small windmill in a plaza and entered a maze of even narrower streets lined by low, whitewashed buildings with wooden window frames of various shades of sea blue. A different world.

Fish and mojo tapas, old town, Corralejo, Fuerteventura, Canary Islands

There were still plenty of restaurants aimed at visitors, but in this Corralejo their blackboards offered pescado and tapas. It started to feel like a bona fide village. The lane emerged at a harbour with those essential blue and red hulled boats that any self respecting Canarian fishing village should have bobbing about on its waters. A strip of golden sand separated the promenade from a basaltic shoreline on which a small fish stall stood which, by early afternoon, was devoid of any fish to sell.

Fish stall, old town, Corralejo, Fuerteventura, Canary Islands

Shirtless boys and a couple of girls in bikini tops cast fishing lines from a small stone jetty, their bronzed skin used to the African sun. Nearby a sculpture looked perpetually out to sea, waiting for her fisher of a man to return safely. Beside her a metal family embraced, a bucket overflowing with fish at their feet.

Sculptures, old town, Corralejo, Fuerteventura, Canary Islands

On one side of the stone jetty was a beaut of a little yellow sand beach populated by a handful of sunbathers, but tellingly no sunbeds. The beach was backed by restaurants that were a mix of traditional Canarian and surf scene cool joints featuring quite bohemian menus. Casually modern, arty and traditional – a combination that works well. It reminded me a little of El Médano on Tenerife.

It was quite difficult to compute the jarring contrast between this Corralejo and the one that lay just a few streets away.

Beach, old town, Corralejo, Fuerteventura, Canary Islands

It felt as though an invisible force field separated the two. Never the twain and all that.

This yin and yang is common in the Canary Islands. It’s one of the things that makes the islands so attractive to people with wildly varying tastes.

It’s just not as common to find both faces in the one location.

I decided I liked Corralejo a lot. It’s not really a dump at all… at least the fishing village part of it isn’t.

Jack is co-editor, 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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  1. I had exactly the same reaction, except that the first time I DID turn tail and head back to the hills. But when I say the first time I mean, the first time on my trip this year. When I was there in the 80s it was all like the fishing port. It WAS the fishing port, but not so posh as it is now. It was quaint and friendly and tranquil. All of which is why I fled when I was there in March. I was in shock, though I should have known better. I did venture back. I had the same experience as you. I found a couple of places just the “other” side of the port which were quiet, and where turquoise waters lapped black, volcanic rock, and I had second and third and forth thoughts too. Just goes to show that you should always explore a bit more!

    • I can imagine it was all really quite beautiful at one point. I’ve heard other people say they really dislike Corralejo and someone whose opinion I respect a lot say it’s one of their favourite resorts in the Canaries. You can see why people could have such opposing views. You’re right, even the most unlikely places are worth a little bit more than just a cursort look.

  2. You really don’t know this place. Didn’t stay long enough to enjoy the laid back and relaxed life style enjoyed here. You are such a stuffy opinionated person. Go live on a deserted island with no amenities and see how you feel.

  3. This review made my day, after desperate attempts to find a place to rest in Corralejo without resting in peace in the process. Hats off to you for your inspiring diatribe. I decided to save my sanity and go somewhere else. The level in these Spanish islands is alarming except for a few posh resorts on fake sand beaches. Wait, that’s also alarming.

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