I knew I could not walk on those
sand dunes but camel ride was a better option. There were about hundred camels,
dressed in colorful accessories against the dull brown background, some lazily
sitting, other walking, trotting with people shouting with glee.
From far, they
seemed like beautiful geometrical designs, a group of seven camels, walking in
a single file, folding into a C-curve at slopes.
Camel ride at Timanfaya National Park in Lanzarote was quite an
experience. The landscaped is rugged and dramatic, so much so that it looked
like another distant planet, the wind, so fierce that it was impossible to
stand without support, with lava sand flying in the air pricking the face like
needles. Camels had names like Sophie, Reina, Carmen, etc. They understood orders
and walked following instruction, on tracks carved in the sand, going in a single
file, bending at the curves forming beautiful patterns in the otherwise barren
slopes that had no life except multiple layers of lava from volcanic eruptions.
Exploring Lanzarote; Part 1
Exploring Lanzarote; Part 1
