Thursday, November 3, 2011
400 miles and at least 3 days at sea ahead of us.
We woke to a nice moderate breeze blowing in exactly the direction we wanted to head, just as forecast, perfect.
We had a leisurely breakfast upped anchor and headed off with full sail and made good progress, this lasted until early evening when the wind started to drop, we continued under sail until out speed dropped to around 2 knts and then the engine came on. 0300 the wind returned and full sail was set again, by Mark as Amanda snored happily below. We were well away from any shipping lanes and we passed a quiet night slowly slipping SW.
Sunset at sea
Get up its your watch !
During the next day we continued with very light winds but just enough to carry on under sail, although crossing the main shipping lane at a little over 4 miles and hour was interesting.
After passing Cabo Gata in the early hours daylight dawned along with very light winds. The forecast indicated stronger winds further offshore so we hoisted the spinnaker and proceeded southwards at a stately 2-3 knts, frustratingly slow but at least we were making progress…just! Eventually even this light breeze died away and we had the engine on for a couple of hours. Just as Mark had settled in bed the wind came up and it was all hands on deck to hoist sail and ensure we made the most of it.
We were quite surprised to find we had picked up about 2 knts of foul tide even though we were still about 100 miles from the straights of
Gibraltar, this slowed progress until the tide turned about 6 hours later when we picked up a knot of fair tide. Why is the tide always stronger when it is against you ????
As we approached Gib the tide again turned and the sea became pretty rough, but Amanda saw a whale, loads of flying fish and a large pod of dolphins which played on the bow wave for quite a while.
The rock with a top hat cloud
Busy shipping in
Gibraltar bay, This is a photo of our chart plotter showing us in black on the right with our track in green, all the grey triangles are other ships !!
We rounded Europa point at about 1800 and were safely anchored at
just in time to have dinner in the cockpit watching the sunset. La Linea
To get a head start on the long passage ahead we did a short hop (13 miles) to Esplamor which is one of a chain of islands between
Ibiza and Formentera. We anchored off a beautiful private beach, in the summer there can be over a 100 boats anchored but we were lucky that there were only around 10 of us. Unfortunately the jellyfish scared us off, we jumped in, swam about 50m and they were everywhere! So back to the boat L. Last summer swim cut short.
Cala Talamanca was ideal for walking into Ibiza town, meaning that this time round in
Ibiza we had an opportunity to see a bit more of the island. We had a couple of days exploring Ibiza town particularly the old town, the walls still surround this part of the town and it very quite exciting entering the town through what was obviously the original entrance hundreds of years ago. The cathedral is within the calls and you can walk around miles of the perimeter along with lots of tiny streets where lots of people still live – what a fantastic place to live. After quite a few days not getting off the boat this was a good work out for our legs!
Cathedral from within walls
At the top of the walls we were also able to check Magnum was still at anchor although no idea what we would do if she wasn’t!
Magnum anchored in bay on distance
I am sure
Ibiza town may not be quite a inviting in at the height of the tourist season but early October was ideal and still sunny.
With strong winds forecast for the north of
Mallorca we decided it was time to start our journey back south to Gib for the winter. To make shelter we needed to cover about 80nm to bay. Palma
We left at about 04.30 to ensure we covered the distance mostly in daylight. It was dark as we left but the sun came up over Cap Formentor which was stunning.
We spent 90% of the day motoring as it was completely windless, we did however have some stunning views of the rock formations
Port Soller from the sea
As we approached Isla Dragonara we finally picked up a breeze, bang on the nose, but it was nice to have a sail at last tacking our way upwind in the narrow passage between the mainland, the island and the man made obstruction in the form of a massive motor vessel called Phoenix which had 6 jet skis tethered behind and a polished stainless steel phoenix as a figurehead.
We were visited briefly by dolphins but the Med variety seem much shyer then their Atlantic cousins and they never stay and play.
We then made our way into an anchorage at Illiatas to sit out the strong winds.
When we awoke in the morning we had been joined at anchor by
which now had a new toy on deck……..I want one. Phoenix
Big boys toys!
Tuesday, October 11, 2011
Dan left and we had a day of domestics, always want to get out and about when in a marina as you know the boat is safe but it is a balance as we also want to make sure we get to use the washing machine, hose (as much water as we like) and use this opportunity to get the boat all cleaned up.
We then headed out into Pollensa Bay for a 3 nights at anchor and relaxing. We found a lovely spot that over looked a point with the most spectacular house – not even sure it could be called a house as was huge estate with a castle, out houses and ruins – ohhhh I would love to know who lives there! On day 2 at anchor we did here a passing tourist boat saying you could buy the house for 120million, a touch outside of our budget!
Even though this time was supposed to be about relaxing we also managed a few jobs on the boat and Mark had a great view from up the mast when the “flying boat” was taking off about half a mile away.
We had a couple of nice swims but it is quite odd being in the water when there is a plane also in the water! Rather loud under the water.
We headed the couple of miles back across the bay to Puerto Bonaire once my mum and dad had arrived to make it easier to get to see them. Felt funny to be settled in one place for more than a couple of days. We were even able to get our bikes out and cycled over to
to meet mum and dad, it had been 5 months since seeing them but obviously it was like yesterday! Particularly as I usually get an email update from my dad on a daily basis. Alcudia Port
It was like Christmas on seeing them as they had so many requests for us, I was loving all the girly magazines (only asked for one but had 5, hurrah!), we had new DVDs, stacks of sweets and a huge variety of useful bit and pieces for the boat!
The next day whilst dad sorted out a car mum and I had a pottered around the shops in Alcudia old town, all very quaint, in the afternoon we headed off around the island. First stop was Cap Formentor, spectacular views over the north of the island, it was also a chance to see where all the tourists had been hiding! Mark and I were also very envious of all the cyclists, the climbs would have been a challenge but great roads and stunning scenery! Not sure my mum was too keen on the twisty turny roads but worth it to get out to some remote locations.
On the way back we stopped in Puerto Pollensa, funny that more than 25 years ago we holidayed there and I have great memories of horse riding, tennis, swimming, it was a fantastic place as a very lucky child!
Mark and I took advantage of having the car in the evening and headed out for a drive up over the bay to watch the sunset, very romantic!
Next day we were back on the tourist trail and followed the mountain road all around the north of the island and through the Serra Tramuntana. The road wined through mountains full of trees – pines, fruit, olives and you occasionally see a heard of mountain goats or sheep wandering around. We first visited Sollar, a lovely old town with beautiful tree lined squares and narrow old streets which were beautifully maintain with pot plants – these would have stolen or vandalised in the
Sollar is famous of an old fashion train that runs from both the Port and
into the town. We enjoyed watching the world go by and the headed to Port Sollar, we had not had a chance to sail this side of the island as had headed to the north of the island up the east coast (Sollar is on west). Very picturesque and sleepy little port which would definitely worth a visit but we know there is not much room to anchor so we may never get the chance. Palma
Back onto the twiddley road and into Deia, lovely old village up in the hills, we never manage to stop but admired all the beautiful houses as we passed through. We carried on to our final stop of the day at Valldemossa, another very quaint little town, nice gardens and some lovely little shops for me and my mum to have a look around but we both resisted. Dropped the parents back at their hotel, another long day over and knackered!
3rd day with the car and decided to explore the other side of the island, first we went to Capdepera castle, it dates back to 1300 and was actually a fortified town at that time. The castle also contained additional info on the history of Mallorca back to the Phoenicians, the Greeks, the Romans and onto the Christians, interesting to know a bit more about the history but also we found out more about the lookout towers which we had been seeing around the coast - fires were lit on the roofs of the towers when the islands were under attack and the number of fires related to the number of ships being used by the enemy. There was also an interesting display of palm weaving which had been a major industry in
Mallorca up until recently – I could do with one of those nice palm bags but just not enough room for anything else on the boat.
|Walking round the castle walls|
|Church in castle walls|
|View of town from castle|
The highlight of the day for both Mark and I was that there were a number of birds of prey which were used for a falconry display and we stroked a Spanish owl, ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh it was lovely.
From here we headed a few miles onto Cala Rajada, we had been to this resort with Dan but my parents had never been so we went to café to watch the world go by and indulge in coffee and cake – this was all my fault for baking cakes earlier in the week now they were on the agenda every day!
It was another baking hot day so we headed to the beach for a quick dip, we had not visited Cala Mesquide on the boat but was nice sandy beach and good opportunity to cool off, my dad was disappointed that he did not bring his swimming trunks.
Evening activity is normally quite limited for us with my lack of energy but with a fiesta in Alcudia we had to make an effort. We met with my mum and dad after dinner and had a nice look around all the stalls – crafts, local produce (lots of smelly cheeses and pig legs!), it was a bit like the
New Forest show on a smaller scale and free!
The final day with the car we started of with a trip to Coves Arta, spectacular caves where we had a guided tour, they were huge and took about an hour to look around.
|View when leaving caves|
We visited another beach Costa de Pins, nice and remote but with a lovely café for more coffee but today we had brought our own cakes (mum & I resisted!). A bit further down the coast we stopped at Porto Cristo just time for a walk around the town and Mark and I to have a swim to cool off. The final stop of the day was Can Picafort, funny that this was the first place my parents ever holidayed in
Mallorca, probably close to 30 years ago, it had changed a bit since then! Nice promenade to walk along but the beach was packed! Only a thin strip of sand to accommodate far too many tourists.
The next day it was time to move out of the marina, so another busy day catching up with cleaning and washing and then a very slow sail around to
, 12 miles in no wind seemed to take most of the day. Alcudia Bay
After a day of relaxing in Alcudia port and the prospect of strong winds on there way we needed to think about moving on. We had one final chance to get my mum and dad out on the boat, mum had not been sailing before as she is really not keen on the water. A fantastic day was had by all, we had some light winds and as there was no specific destination we were just able to bob around
We found a nice spot to anchor and went in for a dip, it is a while since my dad went in the sea but he didn’t miss the opportunity. We then had a leisurely sail back to Alcudia marina to drop off our newest crew recruits and I think mum was pleasantly surprised.
Saturday, September 24, 2011
Mallorca - Palma to Puerto Bonaire
Dan arrived that evening and after a quick shopping trip in the morning we headed off for Playa Trench, we were supposed to go further but after beating up wind for hours and only making around 30 miles we called it quits. It was dinner and then to bed.
Dan arrived that evening and after a quick shopping trip in the morning we headed off for Playa Trench, we were supposed to go further but after beating up wind for hours and only making around 30 miles we called it quits. It was dinner and then to bed.
The long sandy beach was nice but the colour and clearness of the water was amazing so we had to get in for a swim to the beach before leaving,
the sea was the clearest we had experienced, such a stunning colour. After a few miles we rounded Punta Salina and the water was still such an amazing colour.
We sailed (hurrah we had wind again!) 19 miles to Porto Petro which was slightly bigger than some of the Calas as there was a small marina but we were able to find shelter off a small beach. Again we all jumped off for a bit of a snorkel, what was really shocking was the amount of human debris in the water - plastic bottles, rubber tyres, crisps bags – yuck! The night was a lightly rolly with some swell rolling and we were joined by 2 other sail boats but all pretty quiet.
The morning could not go without a quick swim but then we headed off as we knew we were expecting strong northerlies that night and we needed to find some good shelter. Just under 4 miles up the coast and we spotted what looked like a nice Cala and from what we read in the pilot book it would be sheltered from the north east.
Cala Mitjana was a tiny Cala but really beautiful. It seemed to be surrounded by a private garden and amazing house/hotel, we could not see any residence but the gardens were beautifully kept. Then there was a tiny sandy beach. We were joined by various small powerboats during the day and at one point a huge tourist boat but it was all relatively quiet. Swimming was a concern for us all of us once we saw a jellyfish but we had to get in as there were some amazing fish and the cormorants were also making the most of the fish.
|Bay from Magnum|
We also dingyed ashore had a little walk around the ground (yes we were probably trespassing!) it is always nice to get a photo of Magnum peacefully sat in the anchorage.
|Amanda & Magnum|
The only negative about the anchorage was the absolutely awful night we had with probably the worst swell hurtling into the Cala and off the rocks, all night! We had warps out to the rocks either side plus the anchor and it still made for an uncomfortable night.
|Dan taking a line ashore|
Next day we were glad to see the sun come up and headed off 10 miles to Porto Cristo, we were able to anchor just outside the marina (yes we are on a budget). Porto Cristo surprised us is being a very pleasant little town, some of the normal tat souvenir shops but not completely overloaded with English pub, etc. Nice having Dan here as feels like real holiday and even treated ourselves to an ice cream mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm yummy.
|Mark & Dan with Magnum in the background|
We had a quiet nice once the wash from the glass bottom tourist boats had died down.
The following day we were treated to a display by the local sea plane, it was really low over the water.
We were lucky to be getting wind everyday for at least a couple of hours and usually northerlies and although winds were light we had it a good angle which made for some lovely sailing allowed us a speedy course north up the coast.
Next stop Cala Gat just east of the resort of Puerto Ratjada. We had the strangest snorkelling experience; there were full size trees under the water! They were cut and at some point had been washed into the water! We did manage a dingy ashore after a very peaceful night, the resort was really nice with selection of seafront restaurants, bars and cafes and a long promenade, it was very much a German resort and we were probably the only Brits wandering around.
|Dan at the helm|
Wind came up and we were off again, round to Cala Gaya (less that 4Nm) for lunch, this anchorage looked so scenic in the pilot book that we had to stop. It didn’t fail to please, the beach was slightly busy but we were able to anchor in shallow, clear, water over sand quite far out. The snorkelling here was fantastic; we were seeing different fish all the time. We all had a swim before and after lunch but then we had to get on our way.
I was a bit sleepy by this time and collapsed on the foredeck and feel asleep for over an hour whilst we sailed along! Shouldn’t really have allowed myself to get that tired but nice to have a sleep!
We finally made it round into
and it was stunning much larger than I had pictured and surround by fantastic mountains. We anchored Cala Es Calo, as now seemed normal with it being later in season and being further north on the island we were the only boat in the anchorage, the sea was calm, the wind dropped off and we had a beautiful sunset. Alcudia Bay
The next day we got up early and headed off for a mountain trek. I wasn’t too impressed as I had shorts on and my legs were cut to pieces but Dan & Mark were like mountain goats, the view over the bay was beautiful (shame our camera is not the best). It was hours before we saw any other walkers and we had a good couple of hours before it was getting too warm.
|Magnum all alone at anchor|
|View of mountains across Alcudia Bay (about half way up)|
|Mark & Dan enjoying the walk|
This was another fantastic snorkelling Cala, clear water and lots of different fish.
We then had another great sail, we headed across the Bay (around 10 miles) to Port Alcudia, we anchored in the murky water outside of the harbour. The night was spent singing along to the pub entertainment from the marina (whilst still on boat), she had a wide repertoire with Madonna, Dolly Parton, Carpenters, Fairground Attraction and many many more!
We found a bar by the marina with a small area where we could pop our dingy and head into town for a look around. Mark was pleased to find a couple of chandleries to search through for some boat bits and pieces although it is all a bit pricey out here. Beach was long and clean but it was a bit filled with completely tat shops and British pubs. Dan treated us to a lovely cake at a bar in the marina, good job we do not have visitors every week – cakes, ice creams, alcohol!
We sailed round into Pollensa Bay in the afternoon and anchored in the bay just outside of Puerto Bonaire ready to go into the marina in the morning. We were all woken in the night by the rain which seemed to bring the swell!
We spent Dan's final day walking into Alcudia town but the weather was awful with torrential down pours all afternoon, so we settled down to some food and a bottle of wine. Even with the rain Dan was still not keen to be going home and back to Uni on Monday!
First Mate (or possibly 2nd) has been at sea for 8 days and over 120 miles sailing and probably nearly as much as that swimming.
Monday, September 19, 2011
We left the Ibiza worrying that we were not going to get any wind but within 30 minutes of setting sail we had 10-15 knots of wind which stayed with us for the 60 miles to
Mallorca. The journey was a bit bumpy at it was all hard on the wind which was a bit of a wearing for the entire day (especially as I/Amanda was having a tired day) but at least we did not have to motor. We also had a surprise and were surrounded by dolphins we think these were Bottlenose dolphin rather than the Common Dolphin we had been seeing in the Atlantic as they were much larger. They passed to the bow and stern and then they were gone. J
|Look how much Mark is enjoying himself|
|Magnum speeding along|
We arrived in Santa Ponsa to a fiesta, there was a parade taking place through the streets which we could vaguely see but could hear for hours! There seemed to be a marching band and even bagpipes at one point! We were happy when this died off early evening but that was when the stage started up and the music went on to the early hours, it was a strange combination of dance music and all your favourites from Abba!
We dingyed into Santa Ponsa, it has a nice sandy beach which was still pretty packed with British and German tourists. There is a nice little park behind the beach with parakeets making lots of noise in the trees. There are lots of tat shops and huge number of restaurants but still seems like quite a nice tourist resort.
|Santa Ponsa Bay|
Mark was pleased that we found somewhere to watch the Monza Grandprix, only the 2nd one he has seen season. That night there was also an amazing firework display to mark the end of the Fiesta, we dingyed out to the middle of the Bay to get the best view.
We headed round to
Palma Bay on route to to pick Dan (Mark’s son) up. Some really amazing rocks/islands along the way. Palma
We anchored in Cala Portals a really busy Cala especially full of huge powerboats. We were starting to notice that the powerboats in the Balearics (particularly around
Palma) are in a league of there own, much larger than anything we see in the Solent. Luckily the Cala emptied out as the evening went on and there were just 4 sailboats left by the time we went to bed. The Cala was really lovely for snorkelling with lots of new fish but only any good in the morning before it overloads. The Cala was not too pleasant in the afternoon, far too many boats anchored too close together. We headed off in the evening to Las Illetas, which was just one step closer to for the next morning. Palma
It felt quite special sailing in
when it is such a huge sailing destination and it was quite spectacular seeing the Cathedral from the sea. Palma
We only had a day in Palma and tried to pack in as much as possible but as we had not been in a marina for around 20 days, we needed to wash the boat, do some washing, shopping, go to chandlery and I wanted to do some sightseeing.
After hanging our washing out all around the boat we headed into town and just had a wander around. We then went to see if we could locate the Volvo Global Racing area of the marina to find Nick, Phillipa and Di who we had met in
. They were busy preparing the boat for their 2 handed World Race which commences on the 25th September and they found time for a beer with us which was really nice. I also had a chance to have a look on the boat, it was very professional/sparse/technical…. It was amazing! I couldn’t believe they were going to be living like that for the next year, wow! I also had a chance to meet the third member of the crew Pippapotamus – yes I know I look a bit warm in the photo but their boat is soooooo hot! Such lovely people we can’t wait to follow their progress and I am in ore of how brave they are. Cartagena
|Phillipa, Pippapotamus and mega hot Amanda!|
Tuesday, September 13, 2011
Cartegena to Balearics
at around mid day to start the 150ish mile passage to Formentera. We were pretty laid back about it as we knew the wind was forecast to be light and we were determined just to enjoy the sail even if it took a couple of days. Cartagena
Tinfish 2 left at the same time but they soon disappeared over the horizon as they had a deadline to meet and were happy to burn diesel to get there.
As luck would have it the wind filled in and we had a good sail for the first 4/5 hours, then it was engine on time for a while. Night fell and we experienced an amazing variety of conditions and for brief periods had wind from every compass direction, we were determined to make the most of any wind we had so it meant many changes in direction and of sail sizes ….a busy night !
We were also treated to the most amazing lightning storm I have ever seen, huge bolts of forked lightning hit the sea all around us, never more than about 5 miles away but never close enough to be really scary.
Morning dawned windless, sunny and HOT! So after motoring for a little while we decided engine off and in for a swim. We were “off soundings” as in our electronics couldn’t “see” the bottom, but a quick check on the chart showed water depth of 600-650m. With slight trepidation we lowered the stern bathing ladder and armed with some shower gel jumped in for a cool off and a freshen up.
Very spooky being in water that deep, but we are now running a competition to find the deepest water possible for a swim !!
As we were breakfasting the wind filled in and we then had a great sail all the way to Formentera arriving around 5 in the afternoon.
About 2 in the afternoon we had another hitch hiker a ring necked dove we named
Doris. She was obviously in distress and managed to just about land on the top of our pitching bimini cover whilst we tramped along at 7 knts. She stayed there for a couple of hours until I spooked her trying to get a photo and she then landed on the pull pit (after 3 crash landing attempts, obviously no training in moving dove cots !) and there she stayed until we sailed her within 250m of land.
|Doris on pullpit|
First Stop: Formentera –
Arrived anchored, rested, night full of ferry wash! Next morning the family from Tinfish who had left
at same time spotted us in the anchorage and headed over to see if we fancied a snorkel, it was good timing as we were feeling lethargic so we jumped up and headed in to see the fish. Not fancying another rolly night we decided we needed to head off and with southerly winded forecast we had to move on from Formentera as there were no other sheltered anchorages. Cartagena
A breeze picked up and we managed a leisurely sail with just the foresail.
Ibiza looks really spectacular when approaching from the sea, really mountainous and lots of little off lying rocks/islands.
Just less than 13 miles and we arrived at our first anchorage: Cala Basa, small cove with beach at far end. Off for a swim but didn’t make it ashore particularly as weren’t sure how well the anchor was held in the mass of weeds and rocks on the bottom. We were just round the corner from
so no surprise that a couple of party boats passed through the anchorage but thankfully none in the night! San Antonio
Moved on the next day, first attempted a Cala across the bay but completely full so then back to Port Del Torrent which we thought was going to be a good pick when the anchor quickly held in sand but no it was not to be! Mark jumped in the water and was stung on the top lip by a jellyfish! After desperately trying to find out what to do on the iPhone we used the Balsamic vinegar and I did not need to pee into a bottle! After the tourist boats started ploughing past us at 9am we were desperate to move on!
A short hop up the coast, motor sailing due to light winds we rounded the headland for Puerto De San Miguel but before reaching the Cala we passed a small island just attached by spit of sand to mainland which had the most fantastic house on it, what a place to live!
|House on island - Tracy Island|
This was the first Cala where we actually made it ashore and we really enjoyed our stay here. Although quite busy in the anchorage there was still enough swinging room and it was really picturesque. It was an easy row (well for Mark) ashore and the dingy could just be pulled up on the beach. There were a couple of over priced shop so we could keep stocked with fresh fruit and veg. There were also a couple of large hotels, couple of bars and restaurants but not much else.
|Magnum all alone in the distance|
|Island at end of anchorage with house, Magnum far right in foreground with pedalo too close to front!|
|Cheesy photo overlooking anchorage|
This seemed quite a nice little family friendly resort, with quite a few British families passing on their pedalos a bit too close to the boat! We also had the enjoyment of the cheesy hotel entertainment which we could hear from the boat – how & why do the same songs maintain popular – Agadoo, Superman song, “We are going to
Ibiza” to name a few! But I am sure the kids love them!
There was also a free dance party on the beach on the Saturday night, the music was at least 10X louder than the hotel but we decided to venture ashore, we were in
Ibiza party isle after all! We had a drink and did some people watching but after a couple of hours (before it really got started) we headed back to bed with our earplugs in!
We also had some reasonable snorkelling here so nice to get back into swimming which had not always been possible on the Atlantic coast.
After a couple of nights we moved off round the corner to Cala Charraca, a big wide Cala and found a good sandy spot to anchor. We spent the afternoon washing the boat down and having a nice swim, again we found the follow you fish that seemed to be following the boat! These are grey/silver Dori looking fish that congregate under the boat and then when you get in for a swim they follow you, every time you turn around there are at least 50 of them behind you just looking! Unfortunately a big swell started to grow and grow and we could not stay for the night and the safest option was to head back to Puerto De San Miguel, the swell was still creeping into the anchorage but not quite as big.
was really busy probably as other boats were trying to escape the swell. By the morning after a really rolly night at least 50% of the boats had already left and we were close to follow. Anchorage
We didn’t go far the wind was on the nose and increasing so after 5-6 miles we headed into Cala Portinatx knowing we could always move on later. The Cala was surrounded by small hotels and bars, after a quick dip to cool off we headed ashore. Restaurants all looked quite nice; beach was clean and filled with families. We attempted a bit of shopping but very limited unless you want a lilo, postcard, holiday souvenir – which we didn’t! Also very over priced but we made do. In the evening we were treated to Grease (the musical) from one of the hotels, we expected everyone to be joining in from their boats but think that was only us!
Next day we decided to head around the north coast and head south, we were really lucky as a breeze picked up and we were actually able to have a good sail. The scenery really nice with rocky cliffs and green pines over the hills just will a small scattering of white houses. We past round yet another small
Island, Isla Tagomago really pretty and continued down the coast to Cala Cana; this is just by the resort Es Cañar. We crept into the anchorage avoiding the dark patches as we were now getting used to the rocks. We anchored in sand but we already knew there was too much swell and we were not very sheltered but looked so lovely we decided to stay for a quick swim. Once we got in we realised how lucky we had been the pilot book had not warned that the rocks were so large on either side that we could have easily run around. So off we set to find somewhere safer.
We headed back north knowing southerlies were forecasted and we would not be able to find many places to shelter on this side of the coast, the night was spent at Cala LLeo. Rocky but sheltered from the wind. It was actually so full of rocks that as soon as we went down into the boat we could hear the crackling of the corals all over the rock, very strange sound to fall asleep to. Mark jumped in for a swim in the morning and after just one jellyfish sighting it was time to move on.
|Sea and sun battered hair at sunset!|
We headed towards Cala De San Vincente hoping it may have just been sheltered from the southerlies but unfortunately not so the anchor did not even hit the ground. Even further north and we headed into Cala Serra and found the most stunning Cala of all we had visited. Only really big enough for two boats with 2 tiny beaches, 1 with tiny little beach bar. Beautiful clear waters over sand for the anchor but enough rocks that fish were everywhere. We spent 2 relaxing days’ snorkelling and swimming; we did manage to dingy off the boat and walk up the hill to admire the view. We could have stayed for another week but the weather wouldn’t let as we had a deadline to get to
|Magnum seen all alone in Cala Serra, fishermen huts to left|
|Mark at top of hill enjoying morning walk, Magnum in Cala Serra|
|Look at the colour of the water! Tiny little beach!|