Walking to the Ponds
The walk is around 3 miles each way of which 50% is uphill. The terrain is the bare volcanic rock which is spectacular for the myriad of colours it comes in, although keep focused as it’s quite treacherous underfoot!
Although not perfect for picture taking, the light grey sky meant temperatures were bearable, imagine the heat from these rocks if the sun was streaming down on them all day!
Around 20 minutes up the first section of the journey my breath was starting to become more pronounced and from then to the top I had to rest every now and then. My companions included two children, one only five years old who zipped up the rocks like a mountain goat. I was mortified!
Views are spectacular and the sea crashing below can be heard even at the highest elevation. Nesting Booby birds were one of the highlights, we came across one pair nursing their offspring.
Boobie birds with their chick
Reaching the ponds involved scaling down a long rope which deposited you on a deserted beach with streams, rock stacks and the ponds. It was well worth the pain
(although I think I was the only person feeling any!) .
Arriving in this surreal landscape I was taken by the fact that we were the only visitors that day. If this was in the UK the place would be teeming with photgraphy buffs and sightseers. I think this place is always going to be like this unless they change the access to it which in many ways I hope they dont. There wasnt a scrap of rubbish on the beach nor any noise other than the crashing of the waves. A gentle warmth radiated from the dark rocks making the idea of a swim pretty tempting.
After an hour or so relaxing with a picnic and taking pictures we headed back up the rope ladder and made it back up the rocks, past the Booby birds, endemic plants and down the other side.
Boy was I glad to see the vehicles. The pictures I have taken don’t meet the standard of the one in the Tourist office which means another trip, I best get into practice!