I’m on holiday in El Hierro again. OK, so I’m now sitting on the flank of an active volcano, but there’s not much to notice where I’m staying, except that the sea has gone green. I suspect that this is stuff coming out of the undersea eruption, brought here by the ocean currents. Anyway, I’ve gone off the idea of swimming in it. All the same, I’m having a great…
Well, we made it back on Tuesday night, and I still haven’t caught my breath yet. On Sunday we took the boys to see the Garoé, the beautiful old tree which used to be sacred to the people who lived on El Hierro before the Spanish conquest. Last time I saw it in the mist. This time it was hot sun, so we could see the view, including La Palma…
I was determined to get up and photograph the procession leaving Isora at 7 am, so I slept really badly. But I did it, and I think the photos will be nice when I’ve had chance to correct the exposure. They only have three musical instruments: rather high-pitched flutes, castanets and big, deep drums. When I heard Herreñan music on the telly, I didn’t like it at all, because it…
We spent most of yesterday chatting and being lazy. Today we went around the west of the island to see the Hemitage of the Virgin of the Kings and the juniper forest. I’ve wanted to see it for some time, but you have to drive down a dirt track. Since my friend knows nothing about fixing cars, and can’t possibly afford to replace hers, she´s understandably reluctant to go off…
I must be MAD! Stark raving bonkers! Thick as four short planks. At least 64k short of a megabyte. Nuttier than a whole warehouse of fruitcakes. But then what would you expect from someone who has conversations with imaginary, genetically-modified hamsters? I’ve started a blog on El Hierro at http://elhierro.sheilacrosby.com/. This is ridiculous, because I have absolutely no time at all to update it. Mind you, I’m not promising to…
The Garoe I’ve lost my passport. I had it about ten days ago, because I checked the expiry date. But as I headed for the ferry port on Sunday afternoon (to visit my friend on El Hierro) it was nowhere to be found. I phoned the police, who said that I could travel on my residencia. So I heaved a sigh of relief and went to the port. But at…