Spain 2007
I met up with Shasta in Wales and we tooled around that country for a while before deciding to head to warmer areas. Looking at tickets we decided to head to Spain for a week and a half and have some fun at deep water soloing, we had hoped to climb a 7 pitch route on a mountain called Sa Gubia but were set back by lack of gear.
We first arrived and found a bus to S. Arenal where we trying around for a hostel finding one for 30 Euros per night. The hostels here are not your normal hostel as they are bed and breakfasts and proper dorm hostels are pretty much non existent. The beach is 4 miles long and is sand all the way. Besides the sand is thousands of bodies lined on every little area. To me that is not a fun way to spend time so we decided to bail on the crowded beach scene and see if we couldn't find something a little more pleasant. We headed to town called Cala Dòr and had to settle on a an apartment style renting accommodation for the night which was 40 Euros, as cheap as any bed and breakfast was in the area. This was a really nice place with a kitchen and a living room! Still though we knew this was more then we wanted to spend and resolved the next day to finding some proper camping accommodation. We had however heard that it is illegal on the island so figured it could be tuff. We packed our bags for the walk to Cala Sa Nau. We walked to the beach to find a beautiful area surrounded by nice looking climbing. The cliffs got bigger as they went out and there were plenty of areas we could tent.
So far the driving had been enjoyable. Quick jolts through small Spanish towns, windy roads through the countryside and driving from beach to beach. We decided to head north after Es Pontas having thrilled our selfs long on the west shore. The northernmost point on the island was called Formentor and that sounded like something we wanted to see! We hoped in the car and took the long and very hot drive north. Driving on Formentor itself was incredible! I recently read about some of the most enjoyable drives in the world and it had said that this one road had 24 hairpin turns. We would drive through sections of road that put that to shame. We drove to a point that had a small castle sitting on the top of the hill. The view was astounding and staring at it seemed like the perfect thing to do. Taking a picture took effort, I had to take my eyes from the horizon.
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