After a second night at Las Palmas Carnival, I’m surprised my friends and I made it to the hiking trip. A late start, but worth every minute, the drive to begin hiking Pinar de Tamadaba was beautiful. The national park is home to a unique pine forest and the highest point stands at 1,300 meters.
The sun stayed shining and Roc, the owner of the hostel, told us this was the greenest he had ever seen the island. With an unnaturally rainy winter, the surrounding area was so lush and green. It was hard to remember we had just left the beach. Though the water would peek from behind the mass of trees. Up along the mountain, there were beautiful reservoirs (you can’t and probably shouldn’t sneak out to standup paddle board).
I’m grateful Mack and I did not decide to rent a car for the weekend. Driving manual up a twisting mountain would have made the views less enjoyable. We took the long way, past cave houses and banana plantations near Artenara. Our drive was even slowed down by a flock of sheep being herded up the mountain! Many times Roc had to pull over the side of the road (cliff) to let other cars pass.
Roc had picked out this specific hiking route for his guests at the hostel. Originally from Poland, he had just opened HiTide Hostel a few months ago. The start of the hike went down the mountain and back up again to an amazing view of both the water and the pine forest.
We made it to the top, after a few of panic attacks (mostly me) and ended up napping at the edge of a cliff. Two of my other friends continued on a more dangerous path that led them farther to the edge of the cliff, where Roc had installed his own rope into the mountain. No way was I going to do that. There were so many places in Las Palmas that I wish we had got to explore. Hopefully, I’ll be visiting again.