“On the first day of September, 1730, the earth suddenly opened near Timanfaya. An enormous mountain emerged from the ground with flames coming from its summit. It continued burning for 19 days. Some days later, a new abyss developed and an avalanche of lava rushed down over Timanfaya, Rodeo and part of Mancha Blanca.” – Father Andrés Lorenzo Curbelo from Yaiza – eyewitness.
There are over one thousand known geysers in the World and as well as in Iceland the most famous are in Yellowstone Park in the U.S.A, the Taupau Volcanic Zone in New Zealand, El Tatio in Chile and the Valley of the Geysers in Russia. I have been to Yellowstone but not to the others but I have been to Fire Mountain on Lanzarote in the Canary Islands where there is a sort of artificial or false geyser to amuse the tourists.
Fire Mountain is actually Timanfaya National Park, a desolate and lifeless place of barren landscape and volcanic rock laid down in the early eighteenth century when more than thirty volcanoes exploded, spilling fire, smoke and huge deposits of magma onto the surrounding landscape, engulfing entire villages and destroying once fertile agricultural land. The eruptions transformed almost a quarter of the island into a sea of solidified lava, multicoloured volcanic rocks, copper coloured sand and a thick layer of course grey ash and nearly three hundred years later there is still hardly any vegetation there.
Together with a group of friends we were staying near the coast where the December temperature was comfortable but it soon began to plummet as we drove into the interior of the island and started to climb and we weren’t prepared for that and it wasn’t long before we began to regret not bringing more clothes along because it was soon very, very cold indeed with frequent rain squalls and a stinging wind that lashed our legs and faces.
As we had a four wheel drive we thought we might test its capabilities so rather than follow the tarmac highway we went off road and tried to plot our own course. We got hopelessly lost of course and at one point came across a surprised islander, a whiskered, toothless old lady in rusty black clothes and with a lined face that could be mistaken for a road map so we stopped and asked for directions to the park. I can’t be sure but I think she said that the sensible thing was to go back to the main road because this was safer and even though she was quite insistent about this we ignored her advice and carried on along a boulder strewn track that tipped and lurched the vehicle for the next few kilometres until eventually we came to the boundary to the Parque Nacional de Timanfaya marked by a sign carrying the mischievous El Diablo (The Devil) logo.
The significance of the demon emblem of Lanzarote is because the early settlers interpreted their first experience of a volcanic eruption as the work of Satan himself. It was so cold today that we would have welcomed some sort of volcanic activity I can tell you!
We arrived at the visitor’s car park and that was as far as we could drive into the park and there we tagged on to some coach party trips and watched several demonstrations by a sun gnarled old man with a face of leather and knotted hands of ‘how hot‘ the area is because temperatures just a few metres below the surface here reach between up to 600° centigrade!
Happily the volcanic craters are dormant now but vents by the vantage point at the Islote de Hilario give out superheated air at 400 degrees centigrade which comes from a broiling chamber of magma – estimated to be safely four kilometres beneath the surface at this point. First of all he threw dry brush into a harmless looking hole in the ground and it immediately burst into flames and then he demonstrated the geyser which he made perform by pouring cold water into a bore hole and then retreating swiftly as it erupted seconds later in the form of steam and a brief but satisfying ‘whoosh’ and he finished this incendiary display by demonstrating a natural gas vent that doubled as a natural BBQ for the nearby restaurant.
Due to the fragility of the rocks and the possible danger of collapsing lava tubes and gullies it isn’t especially advisable to go wandering about by yourself or poking the surface with a sharp stick and quite sensibly unescorted walking is not permitted. The really prudent way to proceed further was to use a coach tour into the National Park and around the volcanic craters but instead of the restful seat option in a heated bus we choose an alternative camel ride which involved a twenty minute circuit of the craters on a form of transport that even made the Jeep seem comfortable and we were jolly grateful when it was all over and we could make our way back to Puerto del Carmen in the beat up old hire car.
Looks like the makings of an incredible campfire!
That man gets through a lot of kindling repeating that demonstration several times a day!
You were most intrepid in this adventure, taking the difficult course each time, rather than the safe, comfy one.
Thanks. Yes, it was a bit bumpy!
I recognised the opening shot instantly, Andrew, though I was expecting Iceland 🙂 Would love Yellowstone!
I think you should put it on your bucket list!
It’s there! The finance isn’t though 🙂
What’s the fun of following the highway? Glad you got yourself un-lost. 😀
Well, on a small island I always tell myself that you must eventually get to the sea!
Good plan. 😀
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