I landed right on schedule and promptly rejected the notion of shelling out fifty euros for a taxi, choosing a public bus instead. After a mere 15-minute wait and an expenditure of just 1.65 EUR, I arrived in Telde. Upon finding my accommodation, I engaged in a brief conversation with the hostel owner. It soon…
I landed right on schedule and promptly rejected the notion of shelling out fifty euros for a taxi, choosing a public bus instead. After a mere 15-minute wait and an expenditure of just 1.65 EUR, I arrived in Telde. Upon finding my accommodation, I engaged in a brief conversation with the hostel owner. It soon became evident that I had a few hours to spare before dinner. My options were straightforward: stay idle in my room or go for an adventure. Opting for the latter, I checked a map and found that Montaña de las Palmas, marked as P130, was only a few kilometers away. Eagerly, I set off directly towards it.
Most of the walk is on city streets, complete with sidewalks. About a kilometer from the peak, the side road ends, and shortly after, the main road does too. The path then weaves through local farms and past shelters with barking dogs. Near the summit, there’s a rocky section a few dozen meters high that I chose to climb. However, for those less inclined to scramble, it’s possible to bypass this by detouring about twenty meters to either side.
The trail up is quite good and even the turkeys from the nearby farm seem to appreciate it.
Summit is marked with wooden cross, nice views coloured by suset. Good visibility to all directions. El Morrón de la Agujereada somwhere in the west, Atantic ocean somwhere to the east, Telde city in the east too, farm fields inthe north and south.
I scrambled up these basic rocks, though it’s entirely possible to skirt around and avoid the scramble—your choice, really.
Car from the last century rests among the cacti.
Visiting this accessible peak was definitely worthwhile. After descending back to Telde, I consulted the map for restaurants and chose one from the many options. And wow—the sardines were exceptional, the burrata with beetroots was outstanding, and it was hands down the best tataki I’ve ever had. Casa Mario truly impressed, and I trust Mario will continue to serve up fantastic meals. It was a perfect day, and I’m eagerly anticipating tomorrow’s climb to Gran Canaria’s highest point, El Morrón de la Agujereada.
