The southern end of the island

Morro Jable is as far south as you can drive on Fuerteventura. The peninsula narrows down to a point, the FV-2 motorway ends, and what you find is a working town that happens to have one of the best beaches in Spain on its doorstep. It's quieter than Corralejo, more permanent than Costa Calma, and noticeably more Spanish in its daily rhythm.
The town has two halves. The original fishing village sits at the western end, tucked behind the small harbour, with steep streets, family-run bars and tile-fronted houses painted white and ochre. The newer hotel zone stretches east along the beach, with the Avenida del Saladar promenade running for several kilometres past low-rise hotels, apartment blocks and palm-shaded squares.
Long-stay Germans love this place — many of them have been coming for twenty years and have favourite cafés where the staff remember their coffee order. That gives Morro Jable an unusual character: less a holiday resort, more a town that happens to host holidaymakers.
















