The village of Masca and the surrounding area was one of the last refuges of the indigenous inhabitants here, the Guanche, who lived in the deep caves of the main ravine, or barranco, before eventually being displaced by people from beyond the archipelago.
As this is one of the remotest parts of the island it seems a world away from the big resorts, and here you can get a real feel for what Tenerife was once like before holidaymakers started arriving.
Masca has managed to hang on to its unspoilt appeal because it has only really been accessible since the early 1990s.
It’s breathtaking to drive and it’s really hard to concentrate on the tangled road and double-jointed switchbacks which lie ahead. Ironically this road is the safest roads in Tenerife, because people are driving extra slowly here — oh, and be prepared for huge oncoming buses!
This location is simply magical in many senses. The feeling of standing up there, seeing the ocean behind the majestic mountains and the psychedelic road curling around them is hard to describe. And I couldn’t imagine a better place to enjoy my Barraquito — mountains, palms, birds singing, sunshine, a good book and the sound of a space drum in the background.
Masca is for sure one of my favorite places here! So capturing.
Did I already say that I totally adore this place? What do you think?