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After an overnight trip from Palma to Island Ibiza …. Isla de Formentera and Espalmador !

We left Palma in the morning before 9am and had to trust our payment for the night to the security guy because the office only open at 9:00 – It is a fair distance to go and we want to get on with it. Leaving Palma for the last time was quite a spectacular sight. There was absolutely NO wind and the slick oil-like water made a beautiful picture with the Cathedral in the background. We left Palma but carried a load of fond memories with us as we left.

Leaving Palma in smooth waters and no wind
Leaving Palma in smooth waters and no wind

The dayshifts were hourly just to get some rest before night fall and the nightshifts were every 3 hours. Lientjie did the dayshift on her own but did the nightshift with me. Pretty nice to have company at night, I have to say! I almost forgot the excitement involved in doing the first nightshift and Lientjie was blurry eyed at first till the adrenaline kicked in! Traffic was minimal and with the almost full moon on the water, it was quite easy to see the smaller fishing boats that normally have no IAS and no idea about navigation lights! I am amazed at how few boats do have AIS (send and receive once) in the Med!
The next day was a pretty hot and muggy one and we missed having a quick swim in the ink blue inviting water … the captain was reluctant to waste time – so the best we could do is to sit on the back steps of the boat with feet dangling in the water – it took some holding on not to get washed off… but good fun!
Dangling feet in the water behind the boat
Dangling feet in the water behind the boat
Having a "swim"on the back steps of the boat!
Having a "swim"on the back steps of the boat!

Shortly after we left Palma we noticed (one of the few average sized yachts with AIS) one of the boats from the ARC – Annaria II sailing along the coast to Palma – we were all excited but sadly could not raise them on the VHF. A few hours later we noticed another well-known yacht coming straight at us … the yacht “ A” -that’s right – that is the name!

The yacht called  A   ...  passing us on our way to Ibiza
The yacht called A ... passing us on our way to Ibiza
A Philippe Starck designed monstrosity! ?$300 million dollars … 394 foot yacht…the master suite is 2,589 square feet, the size of many homes…. 35 to 37 staff… fingerprint security system to the bomb-proof glass that protects the master suite from any invasion! That is quite something! 🙂
Enjoying the water at Formentera
Enjoying the water at Formentera

Arriving at Isla de Formentera that next morning was absolutely what we have hoped for – no wind, smooth blue and crystal clear water and we wasted no time to anchor and get into the water! We were amazed by how many yachts and super yachts were already anchored there as far as the eye could see! And fortunately some really fantastic ones as well!
A three masted schooner in Formentera
A three masted schooner in Formentera
In no time there were hardly place for a bird to sit as the amount of boats have increased. By sunset the big exodus started and most of the motor yachts are leaving the anchorage going back to Ibiza for the night! Suddenly the swells became waves and we were rocked from side to side for at least an hour before it calmed down! The beaches were packed with people transported by ferries and dumped to sun-soak the entire day (there is absolutely NO shade on that stretch of beach and some of those fair skins were pretty rosy by the end of day when loads full of rubber duck inflatables cart them back to the ferries!
Ferry at Formentera
Ferry at Formentera

We had a mooring booked for the next day at Espalmador – just around the corner from where we were on the most northern tip of Isla de Formentera. The wind has picked up slightly and the skies were mostly overcast (not good for photograph though). The mooring was supposed to give us all the security we need for the night until a big power yacht picked up the mooring behind us. She started sailing around her mooring – as they do – and never drifted in the same direction we were! At times her huge protruding anchor was only about inches away from our davits and the Spanish owner was not going to do anything about it … it was almost sunset, most boats that was not going to overnight has left and we spotted an open mooring very close to the beach and picked it up just to get away from the danger.

Getting to close for comfort!
Getting to close for comfort!

We were only a short dinghy ride (or as Lientjie has discovered – a stiff swim) away from the beach. We went ashore the next morning to the Mud Lake just a short walk form the beach to get a full body treatment! You cover yourself in the mud, wait for it to dry and then rinse it off in the sea. It leaves your skin feeling soft and is supposed to make you look at least a few years younger! HaHa! It was quite an experience! Often people will get naked doing it – coming out it looks like a body paint job badly done! We were warned that the sulphur smell is pretty revolting and lasts for hours after you have washed it off…but we had none of that!
The Mud experience in Espalmador!
The Mud experience in Espalmador!

The water here were not as blue (there is a lot of grass that makes it look green and too many boats coming and going stirred it up) but it is very clear and wonderful to swim in. There is no development on the island which makes it a real get-a-way place! It certainly is worth going there!
Leaving Espalmador
Leaving Espalmador

The next day ( in smooth blue unspoiled waters) at about 11am we head off to Ibiza – Cala Talamanca …in time for peak traffic … if you want to do that … leave before 9am or you will be hit by the massive influx of inconsiderate big power yachts charging (on testosterone) 3 meters pass you to leave you in a wake the size of a 2 meter swell! Johann had a few interesting suggestions for a few of them! ;-).

Talamanca – it is so good to be back!We will celebrate 28 years of happy marriage in Ibiza tomorrow… quite a day!

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IBIZA … San Antonio…Our first point of entry into the Balearic Islands

San Antonio ... where life is a beach ... and never stops!
San Antonio ... where life is a beach ... and never stops!

We left Dénia early in the morning of the 28th of June for a quick 7 hour sail to Ibiza. With hardly enough time to tidy up the boat and do all the normal household chores and get us ready for the new venue! Phil has briefed me on what to expect of San Antonio (our port of entry into Ibiza) – he worked here for a while and knew all the ins and outs of the place!
Approaching it gave me a feel of Gold Coast on steroids. It is pretty built up and wherever you look was a beach with massive amounts of people soaking up the through every inch of skin they can expose … and trust me… lots of skin … and very little covering up! The only difference is the body shapes and sizes! Amazingly beautiful people are roaming the beaches and streets in San Antonio! The first uncovered boobs attracted everyone on board’s attention! You almost feel like staring but felt to awkward and flinch away from the sight of golden tanned well-formed body parts. By the end of the first day you would still notice them, you look but it all crosses your sight so often that you almost become blasé!
Dressing up for town ... in swimmers and skimpy shorts is pretty normal here
Dressing up (?down) for town ... in swimmers and skimpy shorts is pretty normal here

Here people would go to town (shopping) or going to a restaurant for lunch or dinner in a bikini with something just covering slightly more than the bikini does. It is all very casual. I was walking around in a pair of shorts that I would not dare wearing at home and it felt like I have just stepped out of an ancient time capsule dressed by nuns! The shorts here are HOT-HOT pants … the tops are flimsy or very tight fitting and the shoes beautiful and as the sun sets become stilts! Phil and Johann still feel my wardrobe needs a pair of very high heels and a leopard print outfit! Not quite comfortable with the later!
The Beach Bar ... only 20 meters from where we were anchored
The Beach Bar ... only 20 meters from where we were anchored

Here life is a beach and nights are alive! Our first Cerveza and Sangria were at the Beach Bar (30min after dropping the anchor!) with the dingy tied to the table leg and feet in the sand …and many more at various different beautiful restaurants and pubs!:-) Needless to say – I did not get to do much cooking on board (I was not complaining at all!) We were on the streets from early morning till lunch (then the boys needed to recharge having a quick siesta) just to be in time to have a shower and get dressed for the night! The first night we have decided to go smart! So … all dressed up and we found a great restaurant on the promenade where we thought to have a few drinks – the people passing by on the promenade were too entertaining for the boys to leave, so we stayed, had dinner and then went inside when the music started for a last sangria. Not realising it I found myself for the first time in my life in a NIGHT CLUB! (My boys will have a bit of a laugh about this one. They use to tell me that I could not join them into the night clubs because there is an age limit of much lower than mine to get in! ).
Dining out in San Antonio
Dining out in San Antonio

Thank goodness we were “dressed-up”, otherwise I would have missed this one too! I am very glad to see that it is just another “controlled” fun area for young people (we struggled to blend in!) where everyone with or without a partner can dance and groove to the music. It was great to see that the security was very tight and no misbehaving was tolerated! It was one funny night! All in all… we made it out in the early morning hours!
The pretty night club trio!
The pretty night club trio!

Writing this blog now, I cannot believe we have only been there for 3 nights – It felt like we have been there a week! This was an excellent way of ending the two week’s sail with Phil! He reminded us a few times that he does not want to go… I felt sorry for him…leaving sunny Ibiza for the wettest winter in the UK!

The Animal Foam Party Girls ... surely will lose their skins in the first blast of foam!
The Animal Foam Party Girls ... surely will lose their skins in the first blast of foam!

We hope you and Mel will be able to join us again at some stage! You were just fabulous fun to have on board! You gave me a break from doing all the ropes and fenders and brought a lot of laughter along …tell you what Phil, my system needed a break from San Antonio! And Mel… if only you know how many times we have thought of you and had a drink on you! Here’s to “Poor Mel” that had to stay at home! Can’t wait to have you over … Maybe only then will we be able to go to one of those Animal Parties and get properly dressed up! 🙂

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