|The Barranco de Masca|
The following day, the whether looked a bit questionable, so we dedicated some more time to searching for lava tubes. This time we had more success as, under the somewhat questioning gaze of some locals, we found the entrance to Cueva de Candelaria, which is right next to a housing estate. We dropped straight into a large trunk passage which we followed in both directions for a few hundred metres until the floor met the ceiling. Everything was slightly alien compared to the smooth limestone we were used to seeing underground, and we could clearly make out old lava flows which had solidified. The main lesson we learnt was that crawling on old lava was exceptionally painful and not at all good for your clothing.
|Kathryn in Cueva del viento|
The next day, after another canyon walk, we went snorkelling and saw a turtle, possibly called Donatello. That's a fairly major life ambition ticked off, so I can pretty much die happy now!
|Donatello. Or possibly Donatella; I don't know how to tell.|
|Kathryn looking through a window in one of the tunnels|
|The black spots are the windows|