Arrived this morning at Lanzarotte and we have been trying really hard to find Cesar Manrique's house. Apparently, he is Lanzarotte's most famous son, and the house is built in lava bubbles underground, but we have had to give up as although it is somewhere nearby, we just can't find it.
Instead we have been to a Sunday morning market that seemed to hold the whole of the population. It was almost 16 kilometres gradually uphill so we then freewheeled down through the amazing landscape to the sea.
It looks as if it hasn't rained for years and even the fields are just dry, black soil surrounded by walls made from lumps of lava. Very strange.