Sarahâ€™s birthday and word has come through that the raining and cold summer of London will not do; sun, beach and cocktails are required. What better place to head than Mallorca and its capital Palma, the land where corporate criminals can live a life of luxury and where one the biggest tourist town (Magalouf) is referred to as Shag-alouf by the poms, you little ripper!
Our friends Erin and Julian came along for the ride and together we boarded the Easyjet flight from London to Palma. As usual with easyjet they were calling last boarding before the plane had even arrived at the gate, all just makes for a better experience, especially with drunken 17y.oâ€™s behind us screaming Shag-alouf! Gonna be a good weekend!
We arrived about 11pm and walked out of the airport into the beautiful weather about 25 degrees, fantastic.
Got straight back into the Espanol with a very little conversation to the taxi man and were off to our place of residence ï¿½" Hotel Horizonte. By the time we settled in it was past midnight so we went to bed and dreamt about the swimming, paella and sangria to come tomorrow.
Jeves, will you bring the yacht!
On Friday we rose early for Sarahâ€™s birthday, a few presents opened and we were off to enjoy the complimentary breakfast and head off into Palma to see what this place was all about. A few buses later and some spanglish conversations we got where we wanted. We decided to take a train across the island to the west coast to a town called Soller. The train is a bit of an antique and is only used for ferry gringos across the island these days, but it was a nice trip through the countryside. We arrived in Soller and caught the local tram to the beach where we had a swim, had our first paella for the trip and then had a few cheeky San Miguels in the shallows.
A couple of earring purchases later and we heading back on the bus to Palma. We got back to the hotel, had a swim, another paella and a few cocktails before calling it a night.
Again on Saturday up much earlier than Andrew would have liked, but Sarahâ€™s calling the shots on this weekend away. We decided to catch the bus to a place called Palmanova about 30mins about of Palma by bus. Plamnova has a beautiful beach and is the last town before you enter the metropolis of Shag-alouf, we were keen to get down and see it. The beach at Palmanova was great, nice sand, beautiful clear water and a lot of topless women browning upstairs - thanks for the mamaries. We spent just enough time there to get our pasty white bodies seriously burnt then headed off for a walk to find a bar and hopefully somewhere showing the Tour de France.
Unfortunately not the best result for Cadel in the tour, but a few San Miguels and Sangrias for us and we were just broaching the boarder into Shag-alouf, what a buzz it was, just as trashy as weâ€™d hoped.
We left Palmanova and headed into Palma for dinner and drinks. As youâ€™d expect there was people selling a lot of useless cr@p around, the place changes but the cr@p being flogged remains the same, I love it.
Flying home on Sunday. A bit of a walk around Palma in the morning to check out the huge Cathedral, then a very Spanish meal called the Vikingo Dog just before we headed to the airport for another easyjet flight back to London.
Mallorca, gets a bad wrap as a trashy holiday destination. But is good fun none the less.