The second island we visited in the Canary Islands was Gran
Canaria, an island much more open to the present, visible oil rigs along the
shore, and a modern approach to tourists, high-rises everywhere and beautiful
beaches for tourists and locals to enjoy. Colors of homes and buildings were
varied and plentiful. It is larger than Lanzarote and seemed for more
cosmopolitan.
The island is volcanic in origin, and part of the island was
formed somewhere around 9 million years ago, give or take a million, or two, or
three...suffice it to say, it is indeed old.
Maybe as far back as 500 BC, the Guanches first settled in
Gran Canaria. A varied and often brutal history followed, the island was
finally captured with the help of Queen Isabella I, and the conquest helped
expand unified Spain.
Las Palmas, is the capital city, founded in 1478, the
history is simply amazing. It is a vital sea port, where about a thousand ships
visit the port a month; anything from fuel ships, to cargo and cruise ships,
and all sizes in between.
Gran Canaria is touristy, and commerce seems to be thriving.
The island is far greener than Lanzarote and doesn’t quite leave such a
distinct and memorable impression. It is
more commercial, still exotic but ready for the summer onslaught of tourists. It
is known as a “Miniature Continent” because of the different climates and landscapes
found in a relatively small, round island that is approximately 50 km in
diameter.
Whereas Lanzarote was a sleepy, quaint village style of an island,
with an unforgettable landscape, Gran Canaria was lively, exuberant, celebrates
Carnaval in a grand style, and
is ready for tourists even in late October. The cultural
side is not at all neglected, and the Museo
Canario, is an important and incredible archeology museum that depicts the
history of the archipelago.
There is the potential of oil development, and several rigs
were already in the port. In Tenerife, I later found out that the locals are opposed
to the plan, and the prospect of the oil rigs occupying their ocean coast, but as
our tour guide indicated, Madrid, the seat of political power thinks otherwise.
We took a hair raising bus ride to Cruz Tajeda (Cross of Tajeda), up 4,800 ft. The roads are really narrow, the curves many,
and every time we came upon a bend, the bus driver sounded his horn-because the
bus could not be seen from the other side, and the road wasn’t big enough to
share even with the smallest vehicle, and the bus wasn’t big to begin with. The
views were fantastic, we even caught a glimpse of a kitchen of a modern cave
dweller, the hole was small and it was too dark to take pictures.
We saw two rock formations that were supposedly worshipped
by the Guanches, the first cave dwellers of the area. They, like the ancient
Egyptians embalmed their dead, for a safe passage to the new life. The next island of Tenerife, we saw some of
the mummified remains in a museum.
As many know, cruising is my preferred way to travel now, and
sometimes spending a day in one port is never nearly enough, but it gives me a
glimpse of the area that in many cases I would not have had. Happy travels!
Cheers,
Margot
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