{"id":6329,"date":"2026-03-16T11:35:51","date_gmt":"2026-03-16T09:35:51","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/kommt-zeit-kommt-rad.ch\/el-hierro-a-week-at-the-end-of-the-world\/"},"modified":"2026-03-16T12:13:06","modified_gmt":"2026-03-16T10:13:06","slug":"el-hierro-a-week-at-the-end-of-the-world","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/kommt-zeit-kommt-rad.ch\/en\/el-hierro-a-week-at-the-end-of-the-world\/","title":{"rendered":"El Hierro \u2013 A Week at the End of the World"},"content":{"rendered":"\n

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El Hierro is the smallest and westernmost of the inhabited Canary Islands. For a long time, it was even considered the \u201cend of the world,\u201d as old maps placed the prime meridian through El Hierro. Today, only a small community of about 11,000 people lives on this rugged volcanic island. <\/p>\n\n

El Hierro greets us with strong winds and darkness; it\u2019s eight o\u2019clock in the evening. We find a bench right in front of the police station at the harbor and cook our dinner there. Afterward, we start looking for a place to sleep, which isn\u2019t exactly easy in the dark and with gusts of up to 60 km\/h\u2014we can only guess at our surroundings. Luckily, we\u2019ve already developed a bit of a \u201cnose\u201d for wild camping spots, so we find what we\u2019re looking for with a mix of intuition and Google Maps. The spot leaves a lot to be desired\u2014there are lots of big rocks we have to clear away, plenty of bushes, it\u2019s slightly sloped, and it offers only moderate shelter from the wind. But we\u2019re simply too tired to keep searching for hours, and the spot is deemed acceptable under the motto \u201cbetter than nothing.\u201d It\u2019ll definitely take another 1.5 hours before we finally crawl into our sleeping bags, because securing the tent in the strong wind takes a lot of time (since it\u2019s pitch black). Unfortunately, falling asleep right away is out of the question; the wind doesn\u2019t let up one bit even at night. <\/p>\n\n

The next morning, we finally get to see exactly where we slept\u2014it\u2019s always a fun surprise. We also get our first glimpse of the island and are excited to explore it. <\/p>\n\n

Unsurprisingly, we have to start climbing right from the get-go \ud83d\ude05. The Canary Islands aren\u2019t for the faint of heart \ud83d\ude04. The great thing about the climb is that we can quickly enjoy a beautiful view of the sea, and the traffic is super pleasant\u2014only a few cars pass us by. <\/p>\n\n

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Dinner in front of the police station \u2014 totally exhausted!<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n
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After the stormy night, we got our first glimpse of the island\u2014luckily, the tent is still standing….<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n
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…thanks to all the stones<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n
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This is how bumpy the field looked during the day<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n
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Here comes the climb!<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n
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View down toward the harbor<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n
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View of the capital, Valverde<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n
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The following night was stormy as well<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n
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Beni servicing the gasoline stove. After a few weeks, the nozzle gets clogged due to the poor-quality gasoline, but that\u2019s no problem\u2014we have the necessary tools. <\/figcaption><\/figure>\n<\/figure>\n\n

We know from a YouTube video by another couple on a cycling trip that there\u2019s a tunnel along our route that\u2019s actually closed to cyclists. The catch\u2014and the reason why most people ride through it anyway\u2014is that otherwise you\u2019d have to take a massive detour around half the island. We\u2019d actually planned our route specifically so we\u2019d have to ride down the tunnel instead of up, so we decide to go through despite the bike ban\u2014which works out just fine. Only later do we find out that the \u201ctunnel attendant\u201d is required to notify the police whenever a cyclist passes through the tunnel. Although we didn\u2019t know any of this, we took the precaution of hiding behind a house a few hundred meters in \ud83d\ude04 and taking a break for a while. When everything remained quiet, we continued on our way. We\u2014and surely everyone else\u2014would prefer a slightly more relaxed solution for cyclists \ud83d\ude05. <\/p>\n\n

For the night, we\u2019re allowed to pitch our tent in the garden of a Warmshowers family in the north of the island and enjoy a shower. And we\u2019re not alone there, because the family (he\u2019s from Tenerife and she\u2019s from Germany) offers work in exchange for lodging on their permaculture property, which is why there are currently six people there, each working five hours a day in exchange for room and board. It\u2019s really fascinating and beautiful what Eric and Mareike have built there over the years. They arrived on the huge property many years ago with three tents and their four children, and they built one little house after another, beautifully landscaped the overgrown areas, planted trees and palm trees, and continued to dedicate themselves to bringing their vision of permaculture to life.Another great thing was that we happened to be in the village of La Frontera on the very Sunday when the Carneros carnival tradition took place. Young men dress up in animal skins and masks and smear every man, woman, and child they can get their hands on with black paint (which washes off easily). <\/p>\n\n

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The infamous tunnel<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n
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Toward Frontera<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n
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On the Way – Tour of the Ecomuseum of Guinea Open-Air Museum<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n
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At Erik and Mareike’s \u2013 the cottages for the staff<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n
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Our little house…<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n
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…surrounded by beautiful flora<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n
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and wildlife<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n
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Even pineapples grow here<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n
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Carneros Carnival Tradition<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n
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You didn’t catch us \ud83d\ude09<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n<\/figure>\n\n

After two nights in our permaculture paradise, we said our goodbyes and headed further west. Looking at our route planning, we could see the landscape shifting\u2014becoming barren and dry. Shops were practically non-existent, and the only water source on the map was at the sacred site of Santuario Nuestra Se\u00f1ora de los Reyes<\/strong>. It was clear: we had to reach that spot the same day if we wanted to get our hands on more water.The surroundings dried up incredibly fast, and to top it off, Saharan dust (Calima) rolled in, giving the whole scene a distinct desert vibe. For our lunch break, we scouted out an abandoned hut for shade to avoid being grilled by the intense sun. Even our food blended in perfectly with the environment; the bread was just as bone-dry as the air \ud83d\ude04. We specifically chose bread because, when water is scarce, we make sure to buy food that doesn’t require extra water for cooking or the subsequent washing up.Refreshed, we tackled an extremely steep climb, sweating our absolute souls out. But then\u2014lo and behold\u2014for the first time on this trip, a man took pity on us. He pulled over and gifted us a whole bag of oranges, and he even let us refill our water bottles. That gave us the boost of energy and motivation we needed to reach the sanctuary just before closing time. Well, technically, we had to charm the caretaker into unlocking the restroom one last time so we could fill up our water\u2014phew, talk about a stroke of luck!!This sacred site is a big deal on the island; it\u2019s the sanctuary of the patron saint of El Hierro. Legend has it that in 1546, a statue of the Virgin Mary arrived on the island’s coast by ship. Shepherds took her in and initially kept the figure in a cave before a small chapel was eventually built. The statue became especially famous when a miracle was attributed to it during a severe drought: after the locals carried her in a procession across the island, it is said that rain finally fell. Since then, she has been the protector of the island\u2014and every four years, she is carried across El Hierro during a massive festival.We didn\u2019t want to miss these caves\u2014and thank goodness we didn\u2019t! To our huge surprise, some of the caves are open to the public today and even lined with cardboard to make them suitable for sleeping. Bingo! Before we knew it, our mattresses were nestled comfortably in the wind-sheltered cave, all set for the night. <\/p>\n\n

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Toward the west<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n
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It’s getting much drier.<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n
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Lunch break in the shade<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n
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received many gifts<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n
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Sacred site<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n
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Caves used by shepherds and the former home of the statue of the Virgin Mary<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n
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The bed is ready.<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n
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Now it\u2019s time to enjoy the sunset.<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n
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Sunrise<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n<\/figure>\n\n

After spending a truly peaceful night sheltered in the cave, we were a bit aimless regarding our next move. You see, there is only one official campsite on the entire island: Hoya del Morcillo. That was actually our target\u2014we wanted to stay for two nights so Beni could potentially get a paragliding flight in while Nicole enjoyed a well-deserved rest day.But let me tell you: we could almost write an entire blog post just about this one campsite.It all started when we saw online that you have to reserve your spot\u2014no problem, we thought. So we went to the website (which, of course, is only available in Spanish) and tried to book a spot and pay the fee of just over \u20ac4 per person, per night. However, we quickly realized that this system clearly wasn’t designed for non-Spaniards. To finalize the reservation, you are required to verify yourself with a Spanish ID card.After some research, we found out that tourists supposedly have to go in person to the municipal administration in the capital to apply for a camping permit. Other sources claimed there was a small info booth at the campsite itself where\u2014if it wasn\u2019t too busy\u2014you could pay spontaneously on-site. Yet others insisted that wasn’t possible at all.So, we simply picked up the phone and asked the municipality directly. They actually confirmed it: the permit could only be requested in person at the administration office. For us, that made zero sense\u2014it would have meant riding all the way back to Valverde, exactly where we had been the day after our arrival.On the way there, we heard yet another version of the story. In the end, we told ourselves: let’s just go for it, since the campsite is pretty much on our route anyway.Once we arrived, we headed for the small info booth first. The ranger listened to our story and simply said: “You have to go to the municipality\u2014but not Valverde, go to El Pinar.” He said it was only a few kilometers away. Sure… easy enough by car.Just as a side note: Beni had already ridden up to the town hall in Frontera earlier to check\u2014but the doors were locked because of a public holiday.So Beni quickly dropped off his gear and raced down nearly 200 meters of elevation to the town hall in El Pinar. He had to hurry because the administration’s opening hours here are even shorter than in Switzerland\u2014they close at 2:30 PM.In the first building, they told him he had to go one house further. Once in the right building, he was finally allowed to take a seat and fill out the infamous form\u2014a slip of paper that looked like it had just emerged from a 1990s fax machine.After Beni first had to do the math for the employee to figure out how much we actually owed, and everything was finally filled out, came the next step: He was told to take this paper to a bank and deposit the amount there \ud83d\ude48\ud83d\ude02.Luckily, Beni managed to persuade her to let him pay directly via e-banking. After he then discovered that even the account recipient on the form was written down incorrectly, it finally, finally worked out. Nach \u00fcber einer Stunde hielt er endlich diesen f\u00fcr uns inzwischen fast goldenen Zettel in der Hand.Also wieder alles den Berg hinauf \u2013 zur\u00fcck zum Campingplatz \u2013 und endlich das Zelt aufstellen.Kurz darauf kam auch schon der Ranger vorbei, kontrollierte unsere Reservierung und schickte mehrere andere, die den ganzen Papierkram nicht geschafft hatten, gleich wieder vom Platz.So hat halt alles seine Vor- und Nachteile. Die Insel ist nicht wirklich f\u00fcr den Tourismus ausgelegt \u2013 und wenn, dann eher f\u00fcr den der Festlandspanier. Das macht vieles etwas komplizierter, aber auf der anderen Seite hoffen wir, dass das noch lange so bleibt und die meisten Leute davon abh\u00e4lt, diese noch so unber\u00fchrte und ruhige Insel zu besuchen. <\/p>\n\n

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On the way to the campground<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n
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No traffic, beautiful roads<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n<\/figure>\n\n

Our tent is set up, and we\u2019re cooking up a quick meal to stave off hunger, because Beni wants to hike up to Dos Hermanas\u2014the island\u2019s highest paragliding launch site at 1,344 meters\u2014which will take a good hour, and try to fly down to the other side, to Frontera. The hope after the flight: to be able to ride along for the over 1,000 meters of descent with a tandem pilot who\u2019s heading back up to the launch site\u2014and to get back to the campsite from there.But when he lands in the late afternoon after a wonderful flight, the tandem pilot says the ride isn\u2019t going to happen after all.Okay, then I\u2019ll just try hitchhiking\u2014after all, someone said that\u2019s easy on the island. So I hike up to the fork where the road leads only to the launch site, and wait. And wait. And wait \ud83d\ude2c. After more than an hour, only a handful of cars have passed me. They\u2019ve all gestured to me that they\u2019re not driving all the way to the top.I\u2019m starting to get nervous. The sun is already low in the sky, and on foot it would take me a good three to four hours to get to the campsite. My legs definitely wouldn\u2019t appreciate that \ud83d\ude05. I had brought my headlamp along just in case, but more for the walk from the starting point down to the campsite.Time is running out, and I give up. I walk further ahead, where the hiking trail leads down to the village. I plan to look for a taxi there.Just as I\u2019m about to turn, I hear another car approaching from behind. I turn around and see a small car: two people in the front, the back completely packed. No chance, I think\u2014but I stick my thumb out anyway. To my surprise, the car stops.As is often the case, I start the conversation by asking, “English or German?”The two guys my age reply in “Berndeutsch”.It turns out they\u2019re two acrobatic paragliders from Switzerland who are here on vacation and now want to drive back up to the launch site to go on a sunset flight \ud83d\ude04.What an incredible coincidence\u2014they\u2019re actually the only pilots on the island I\u2019ve come across and seen in the air!So the three of us squeeze into the front, and the car struggles its way up the road. We can only shift gears if we all move over a little to the side \ud83d\ude02. When we reach the top, we take a pinch of snuff and exchange numbers. One of them glides down toward Frontera in the deep red of the evening sky, while I start my descent back to the campsite \u2013 where Nicole is already half starving, waiting for me to arrive. After all, I brought a few things from the shop in Frontera.The next day we are both quite exhausted from the efforts of the past few days, so we decide to simply enjoy the day at the charming campsite \u2013 which, by the way, we almost have entirely to ourselves.The incredible peace and quiet here feels really good. The following morning we take our last day on El Hierro very slowly and relaxed. Beni was so fascinated by the view at the take-off site that we are happy to make a small detour just to pass by it once more.When we reach the top, we unexpectedly run into the two Swiss guys again who saved my ass yesterday.Then the dreamy descent through the lush green east of the island begins. We roll through the landscape almost in a daze, once again amazed \u2013 as so often \u2013 that we actually cycled up all of this on the other side. In some places the descents are so steep that we have to take short breaks to let our smoking brakes cool down.And so we finally roll into the harbour \u2013 the very place where everything began a week ago \u2013 and board the ferry.A week on El Hierro lies behind us, full of coincidences, steep roads and incredible tranquillity. Let\u2019s see what awaits us on Tenerife. <\/p>\n\n

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Sunrise at the campground<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n
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After the flight, it’s time to wait…<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n
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A day off at the campground<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n
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Just before heading to the ferry, together at the take off<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n
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Runter zur F\u00e4hre<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n
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For even more insight into our everyday cycling life, check out our latest video:<\/span><\/p>\n\n

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