Mallorca Part 6
Who would have thought we’d see snow?
If someone had told me, I’d see snow on an island in the Mediterranean, I’d told them: Yeah, sure….
During the night a storm hit, I actually was afraid the french windows out to the balcony would cave in and bury us underneath… Can’t say I slept well that night, it was too noisy.
So in the morning after breakfast we went to the beach to have a look. We nearly didn’t made it, though, the wind was still quite strong in the alleyway.
At the beach a digger was busy to move the windblown sand from the wall at the promenade back to the wateredge, so the beach wouldn’t be washed away altogether.
One solitary digger fought against the storm and tried to save the beach
During the day the wind calmed down a bit, we still had lots of rain, but at least some sunny spells in between. Which made this the perfect day for spotting rainbows…
We went into Palma to search for some caches. We found a market hall, with lots of fruit and vegetable, fresh fish, cheese, meat, fresh bread, even wines you could get. It was great to stroll around and watch the locals getting their shopping done.
At the old town wall there were lots of windmills. Mallorca is the one place to go if someone likes to see windmills. The one on the town wall was nicely renovated.
The cache close by we didn’t find, though.
Windmill of the town wall (notice the little bit of rainbow….)
The mills are still there, just no wind reaches them anymore, cause the wall isn’t the outer edge of town anymore.
One of many rainbows we spotted
We then tried to find a cache, which apparently is between the roots of an old tree. Pitty, the park was closed, and so I only managed to get a picture of the huge tree, but couldn’t check between the roots.
The Ficus was amazing though. These variety is a popular indoor plant in Germany, here there are huge specimen in outside parks.
So another DNF. Time to try my luck on the last cache within reasonable walking distance.
The Cube. On the way through the small alleys my son saw a sign of a puzzle shop. He loves mechanical puzzles and is quite good at solving them.
To my surprise the cache was actually near that puzzle shop.
Outside on the sign above the shop window. Impossible to reach for me, I’m not tall enough to reach up high. And I can’t very well lift one of the children up on a busy road right in front of a shop window, now can I?
We went inside, as it was pouring with rain, and had a good look around. Some customers were inside, everyone was enjoying the tricky puzzles. After a while the shop was empty apart from the young Dutchman and us. He was fluent in Spanish, English and German. (And Dutch I presume…)
I did the unforgiveable and asked him a favour. Could he please hand me that film canister just outside his window, seeing he’s so tall?
He was pleased to oblige and handed me the cache. I logged and we chatted for a while. But as he didn’t use the word geocacher, I think he mightn’t be caching himself. He just said: So you’re doing this treasure hunt thing? Well, obviously.
We spend a long time in there and also got a few puzzles to take home.
Those puzzles are like mystery caches. They nagg you, when you can’t solve them…
The next day dawned with more rain. We had to check out at the hotel, but luckily we had the hired car. So we put all our stuff into it and spend the last day on the island driving into the west. I hadn’t been there, execpt for the event on the first night. But that was late at night and we didn’t search for any caches then.
To my surprise the rain turned into sleet and the higher parts of the mountains were white.
What’s this? Am I not in Spain? On a Mediterranean island even?
Snow at home is lovely. I have winter tires on my VW transporter. But the little VW Polo had no such thing and even in the lower parts with only a slight cover of very wet sleet on the road, the sad condition of those tires became obvious. No way was I going into the mountains with these.
We went to Andratx to visit a graveyard. Spanish graveyards are special and strange.
As least to me. Cause they don’t “bury” their dead. They put them into a kind of columbarium wall. As far as I know, these are not the ashes, either…
While most graveyards in Germany have lots of trees and greenery around, are like a park or landscape garden, the graveyards of Spain look much more like a busy city…
A Spanishgraveyard is for Northern Europeans extremely strange. Who wants to be buried in a high rise?
At least the mourners can get some oranges and shade, when visiting the site.
The tiny steep roads in Andratx were difficult to navigate, lots of them were single line traffic only. To narrow for two cars to pass.
So I lost my way and drove a bit of a detour. Good thing we were in a car, we had to pass a ford.
With all the rain in the last days, the stream was strong flowing. Funny thing was, the stream wasn’t even in my map. That’s what happens, when you only navigate with OpenStreetMaps…
A ford in the road, no river in the the OpenStreetMap. Thankfully we were with a car.
We stayed near the coast and went to Port d’Andratx. The weather gave us a break and we managed to climb onto a rock overlooking the bay and harbour. Great view. The cache up there was not that easily found, too many rocks and small boulders, where it could have been hidden.
Another rainbow to be spotted in this lovely rainbow vista.
A rare few minutes no rain, so we could enjoy the view of Port d’Andratx
This must be the dream house for any climber and boulder fan. Save from the elements, climbing without getting wet nor sunburned…
A neat bit of architecture to build a house on these rocks, too.
At the harbour wall in Port d’Andratx
Could this be turned into a pathtag design?
In order to log the cache beside this sign on the harbour wall I had to wait for the bus to pick up some muggles. After that I went quickly to log, as it was a busy area and it might look strange to exit a car only to appparently wait for the bus.
Isla Dragonera View from Sant Elm
The mountain roads were out of question, even reaching the village of Sant Elm was a bit hazzardous. Those hairpins are only fun, when it is dry. In sleet they’re no fun at all.
My children were not too fond to search for a cache with the view over to the Dragon Island. But only because of the weather, halfway up the mountain track the sleet came down again and we were quite wet by the time we came back to the car. In sunny weather it must be so much nicer to go there.
On the way back direction airport we went on Na Burguesia to visit the Coll de Sa Creu. A scupture of Maria overlooking the bay of Palma.
Another cache, we didn’t manage to find. I wonder if the high number of holiday caches is causing problems. Quite a lot of the caches don’t seem to be tended to properly.
Here we encounted the first snow. Quite a lot of the locals were up there. I wonder if they just wanted to have a nice view or if they hoped to see snow in reality.
The higher the altitude, the whiter the mountains.
Agave in snow
View from the monument down into the bay of Palma
Our last find was a cache near the airport. It was on such a busy road, that I had trouble to search for it at all. During the week I passed 4 times here, till it was empty enough to attempt a search.
Windmills near the airport, snow in the mountains
We had dinner in a lovely fish restaurant and returned the hired car.
The flight home was uneventfull apart from that we nearly missed our plane. I wonder why they switched gates for our flight on the notice board? We were waiting at gate 27, as they switched it to 10 and we had to go back upstairs.
Aparently the weather in Germany was cold with lots of snow, the plane was delayed.
Not by much, so, only half an hour.
Landing in Paderborn, I was surprised just how much snow in that one week had come down. I should have put a brush or a broom into the car, now it was tricky to get her free of snow without me ending to be the snowman…
Snow covered Dolly as we arrived at the airport