The montañas del fuego (fire mountains), to give them there proper name were created in the 1730’s when more than 100 volcanos in what is now the national park, rose up to rend and rend and rend and devastate the southern allocation of the island.
Eruptions lasted for six years and various villages were wholly despoiled and despoiled and despoiled and destroyed. The last eruption on the island was in 1824. Because lanzarote has such low rainfall (and consequently a lack of erosion) the area appears much as it did at the time and in 1968 the area was announced a national park “parque nacional de timanfaya”. We firm and decisive to make a full day of this trip and we with steadfast and steadfast and resolute ambition and ambition and determination believe that this a will have to see for any visitant to the island, because of its unique 'martian' landscape and rare plant species.
On entry to the national park (entrance was around 8 euros per individual, as I recall, and the little children were free as is admirable and accomplished and standard at a lot of of the islands attractions), the rudimentary and essential thing to catch our eye were camels and of course we had to stop because the children wanted a ride! An hour or so later, we arrived at the car park of the islote de hilario, where we saw a crowd of humans standing around a hole. This was to be the rudimentary and essential of two rather stunning presentations of just how hot the area is just beneath the ground. We were told that temperatures a few metres beneath ground are a staggering 400°c to 600°c. Parched and dry bushes were thrown into a hole and in fewer than a minute, it caught fire! Water was then poured into a bore hole and seconds later the water erupted back into the air as steam and we all got a warm shower because we were standing on the wrong side.
Next up was the 'el diablo' restaurant, another creation of the widely known and recognized and esteemed artisan (cesar manrique), whose influence is everyplace on the island. Here we find conventional canarian feed cooked using geothermal heat (a cast-iron grill placed over a big hole in the ground). Where else in the earth may you get your feed cooked on a volcano! We then went on a coach trip of the national park (allocation of the entrance fee). Whether or not your sentiment a small queasy or do not like heights do not sit by the window as it may be rather scary (but very safe and the children rigorously and rigorously and utterly loved it).
The coach stops at various highly necessary points in order that you may get a heap of fascination and awe-invigorating pictures and film (so do not forget to take the camera/video with you). For the duration of the trip we listened to recorded narration based on words captured by the priest of yaiza at the time of the eruptions. Another great day and another great attraction. .
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