pagheca
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I had really so much fun today on a mesmerizing ride over the ocean.
We started riding on a trail, the Gran Randonnee, or GR130: gravel, rocks up and down with sharp bent. Then down to the Salemera lighthouse over a steep and winding secondary road, where a little remote village was built many decades ago.
We stopped a bit, facing the wave. Then up to the mountain again along a meandering road with beautiful cuts in ancient lava flows. At some point we left the main road and ventured into a desolate hill facing the ocean over a steep cliff, completely off road. There, there were some hunters with their dogs, sort of local greyhound with long ears, very friendly, not the "presa canaria", a bulky aggressive dogs typical of this arcipelago.
We rode on the flat area with a strange feeling, like being... on a rock thrown on the ocean
. We went up to the top of the hill, actually a recent volcanic cone, where there were only a light to signal the tip of the hill for approaching aircraft landing at the closest airport.
At some point I just reached the end of the cliff, and my friend took a picture of me from afar, the island of La Gomera slightly visible over the horizon:
Up again and then down a narrow concrete road through the banana plantations to sea level, and back home, super tired but glad to live on the lucky side of this beautiful planet.
We started riding on a trail, the Gran Randonnee, or GR130: gravel, rocks up and down with sharp bent. Then down to the Salemera lighthouse over a steep and winding secondary road, where a little remote village was built many decades ago.
We stopped a bit, facing the wave. Then up to the mountain again along a meandering road with beautiful cuts in ancient lava flows. At some point we left the main road and ventured into a desolate hill facing the ocean over a steep cliff, completely off road. There, there were some hunters with their dogs, sort of local greyhound with long ears, very friendly, not the "presa canaria", a bulky aggressive dogs typical of this arcipelago.
We rode on the flat area with a strange feeling, like being... on a rock thrown on the ocean
. We went up to the top of the hill, actually a recent volcanic cone, where there were only a light to signal the tip of the hill for approaching aircraft landing at the closest airport.At some point I just reached the end of the cliff, and my friend took a picture of me from afar, the island of La Gomera slightly visible over the horizon:
Up again and then down a narrow concrete road through the banana plantations to sea level, and back home, super tired but glad to live on the lucky side of this beautiful planet.
