Fuerteventura hautnah – Faszinierende Blicke durch die Kamera - Gran Tarajal

Trailer for the adventurous journey from Gran Tarajal to Faro de la Entallada

From Gran Tarajal to Faro de la Entallada – A Day of Wind, Water, and Wonders

The sun was high when we set off from Gran Tarajal. The sea sparkled. It was the start of a hot day. Helmuth was full of energy; I preferred to take it slow. But, as so often, I let myself be swept along by his enthusiasm. We parked at the stadium. The path started gently, but after the first bends, it turned into a challenge: rocks, sun, sweat. The wind was our constant companion.

Piedras Caídas was not far. The rocky climb dragged on. The heat burned. Helmuth panted behind me. "All good?" he asked. I just gave a thumbs-up. No time for words.

At the top, a small group of goats greeted us. Their brown eyes eyed us skeptically. A quieter, wilder life than ours. One nibbled on a cactus leaf while another struck a rock with its hooves—a clear display of power. Between fresh palm fronds, the wild herd dined. Someone had obviously fed them. I liked that—a sign that people still have a heart for animals. After a few clicks and interesting photos, we continued our climb. After the summit and more photos, the path narrowed: the abyss on the right, the rocks on the left. Below us, the sea foamed, as if trying to warn us.

"Don't look down," Helmuth said. I did anyway. Then he pointed to the headland: Vista Socorrida. It sounded like a safe place, but there was no help here, only us and the wind. I was exhausted. A sudden gust of wind made us stop. "Oh no!" Helmuth shouted. I turned. I saw the bottle rolling over the rocks and disappearing into the abyss. "Oops," Helmuth said dryly. "You have a second one, right?" I asked. He shook his head. I groaned. "You're alive, but now we’re both going to die of thirst."

"Then let's walk faster," he said, grinning. I didn’t reply.

Each step felt heavier than the last. My throat burned with thirst. But then, finally, Playa de los Pobres in Las Playitas appeared before us. I stumbled down the last slope. Helmuth collapsed onto the sand, and I threw myself into the waves. The cool water washed the dust from our skin. It felt like it was bringing us back to life. "Never again without two bottles of water," I said. "Or three," he replied. We had never wished for anything more than that refreshing moment. We didn’t rest for long; thirst drove us forward. So, we headed to Restaurante Las Rampa, where life was served in bottles. A few fishermen at the pier were loudly arguing over the biggest catch of the day. It was a bit like life—always a struggle, sometimes over something as simple as a fish. "What do you think?" I asked Helmuth.

"The fish will win," he replied. And we laughed.

But for us, Faro de la Entallada was not something we wanted to think about. "I'm staying here," I said. "I'll take the guagua to Gran Tarajal, get the car, and then head to the lighthouse," he replied. I lay down on Playa del Pajarito, let the sand cradle me, and closed my eyes. The wind played with my hair, the waves sang soft songs. Time stretched and shrank. "Ready?"

I opened my eyes. Helmuth stood before me. "Come on, let’s go to the lighthouse."

The road to Faro de la Entallada was a ride through the wind. The roads were steep, the curves sharp. Sand whipped against the car. But when we reached the top, it was all forgotten. The lighthouse stood there, a white fortress against the sea, against time. I stood on the pier and watched the spectacle. The sun began to set, the blue sky turning into a kaleidoscope of orange, pink, and purple. I could almost hear the wind dancing with the waves. Helmuth was already capturing the last shots. I looked at him and knew that we had something the day would never give us again—the pure beauty of simplicity.

"That’s Fuerteventura," I said. "A quiet life."
"Despite everything?" Helmuth asked.
I nodded. "Despite everything."

And as we drove back, I simply said, "Shorter routes… and more water."

Tips – For Your Visit

Early Lighthouse Visit
Plan a visit to the lighthouse (Faro de la Entallada) early in the morning or late in the afternoon. The gentle light of dawn or dusk not only provides breathtaking photo opportunities but also offers a peaceful atmosphere, away from the tourist crowds that usually start around 10 a.m. So it's best to get up early!

Explore the Authentic Corners of Gran Tarajal
Gran Tarajal is not a tourist hotspot, so take a stroll along the promenade and through the narrow alleys of the town. There is plenty to discover. Visit the small squares in the area, where many locals gather to discuss life. That is authentic Fuerteventura.