Monthly Archives: April 2006
kinda hard to find over here but i tried anyway.
i left the apartment this morning and headed to Portals to get some water and amongst other things some bog roll.
From there, i headed to magaluf. Mike commented the other day that i smelled like magaluf beach. this was not a bad thing in my case, i had put some hawaiian tropics on for the day. I needed more so i guessed magaluf would be a good place to start. he wasnt wrong.
the first place i stopped at, had exactly what i wanted. Nearly 14 euros but still a tad cheaper than portugal. The girl behind the kiosk even seemed happy to serve me.
I dorve through the epicentre of shag city on the way out. the place was starting to turn from the pensioner escape that it becomes over the winter, into the sperm exchange it would become for the summer months – full of brits.
i was warmed by the fact that here, they are as easy to spot as in portugal. shaved heads, white legs, bulldog frowns and the obligatory beer bellies, and thats just the women!!!!
i decided magaluf beach was not for me although it was still quite empty. I headed back to portals to find my own little secret spot to sit and read my book.
It would have been completely a waste of time going to a sandy beach so i lurked around the rocky shores behind millionaires row. as i walked along, there were a couple of locals fishing, i passed them and settled out of site in a very small harbour ( and i mean very small)
I had finally found my secluded spot. I stripped, oiled up and grabbed my book. For an hour i sat completely undisturbed, completely naked, not a worry in the world, until a family decided that my secret spot needed to be disturbed.
Out of common decency, i put my shorts on, although some of you might argue that they are not exactly decent.
But my solitude was gone, i decided to pack up and head in search of coffee and something to eat.
I stopped at a small beach in Bendinat. The beach was full and all the seats in the cafe were full where the sun shone. I didnt much care, i sat at the back of the cafe all alone in the shade, ordered an overpriced burger and a coffee and opened my book.
Bugger me, 30 minutes later a family arrived, confirmed their reservation for 12 and sat right next to me, screaming kids and all.
what more could i do? i packed up and headed to portals for a hot chocolate at Lloyds. It was good there, everyone else was at the beach so i sat and finished yet another good book, soon i will run out of reading material thats for sure.
I headed home and took a shower but not before. after a break of nearly two years, i took a razor to my face and had a shave. I also decided that i need a serious hair cut – a complete change is on the cards so watch this space.
i got some photos of my secret spot, the clear water and also one photo of a window that has been bothering me for ages, you will find that in my photo album next door.
So my solitude is over for now – i will return to the apartment and chill out for the rest of the day.
I really missed being in portugal today. i could have easily found a hundred secluded spots there, or even lounged on my terrace for a while. Dont get me wrong, i think mallorca is well worth the time for a visit, it is racked with things to do and from one end of the island to the other there are complete contrasts but it just aint portugal. of course the lack of waves is a real pisser but soon i will be home.
it is still running, two peopl ewatching, nearly 100 hits and 5 days left to run.
i wonder if someone will actually buy it ?
the goose rides again !!!
not bloody likely.
ok, i left the apartment this morning, full of city stress. as i pointed my key at the car, before i could even blip the remote fob, there was some spanish twat honking his horn at me, wanting my parking space. i looked up, gave a look of certain death, called him a f**king c**t and carried on getting in my car.
i gathered that he spoke no english, or at least not those two words because he waved and smiled at me. I gave up my space.
I like living in palma, it is ideal for me. The only one thing i dislike is when i have to take my car out once a week to surf, shop or go somewhere. I know if i am not back home by 7pm, there will be bugger all parking for streets and streets.
So i left this morning to go and pay my rent and i was also going to go shopping. In the end, i couldnt be botheres to shop so i loaded up my boards and headed to sundowners for a bacon sandwich and a quick scan on www.swell-forecast.com to see if there was going to be any swell.
it looked like it would be worth the trip up north, the site was forecasting over a metre for around midday so i kicked off and went north.
i was quite a way into my drive before i finally relaxed, and of course, i knew the exact moment. The mountains to my left, as i crossed the serengeti (thats éndless plain´to you commoners) the distance boards told me i was 44kms away from alcudia, the tune now playing, a very cool old retro tune from the begining of house music in the uk, Shades of Rythm – the sound of eden. you might remember this more as évery time i see her´. so that took me back 15 years or so. while i was fealing nostalgic, a little, Lisa Lisa Cult Jam – let the beat hit ém, and finished the set with Sam Ellis – club lonely, an absolute monster track
so i was settled into my drive. Alcudia was my first stop, flatter than a witches tit, so i headed around the bay and found a secluded little spot next to a small harbour.
Not as secluded as i thought, there were ten surfers in the water, the wave was lame but in the sets there were two waves that were worth taking. If you got it right, you could get a 5 second ride before being smashed into the rocks, and of course, for each one of those waves, there could be all ten of the guys paddling for it – complete carnage – i decided to push further around the bay and stopped at a little place called colonia de sant pere, where the road stopped because of the mountains.
here i seriously considered de-bagging and going in, there was a very small wave, a nice right hander but the rocks were a real concern. I have pictures to the right and will also try to add some video footage that i shot. The rocks are real sharp and there was no way in apart from walking out on the rock shelf, waiting for a wave to come in then jump over it with the board. worse than that, if i had caught a wave, there was nowhere to get out of the ocean again.
I decided to head further north to another beach i knew, cala mesquida
when i got there , surfers everywhere, big messy white waves and some cheeky twat asked me in spanish if i was there for lessons. he definately understood english when i told him to fuck off!!
I watched a couple of guys in the water but they were struggling in the white wash on short boards so i knew i would have little or no chance. I turned and headed back to colonia de sant pere.
this time i gave serious consideration to goin gin, i looked closely at the rocks but they were as sharp and jagged as a serrated kitchen knife, and there was not another soul in sight.
i decided finally that today , i didnt want to die and turned for home, i could go to porto pi and do some shopping instead.
tomorrow i am going to magaluf to find some hawaiian tropics sun cream and will sit on the beach for the day.
i will try to attach videa from colonia de sant pere – keep watching
alex, give me your dates for portugal dude, and make sure you make it for two full weeks, when all the grommets, grockles and emmetts have gone back to cloud cuckoo land.
Holiday weekend is here (again!) but before i start rambling on, see the foto attached. I watched this dude in the black alfa romeo reverse into the space. I couldnt believe that he was actually going to park like that but if you click on the photo and enlarge it, you will see that he has opened his door and is getting out.
wierd, but if you read my previous entry on nudge parking, this guy didnt fit into any category – his car was spanking new and he risked all leaving it in a space so tight that a cat couldnt walk between the cars – what a nutter.
anyway. the weekend is here, the rain has started today but only lightly – i am praying for some wind slop to get wet in, it seems like months now since there was some decent surf (and i use that term lightly) but maybe if i travel north this weekend , i might get lucky.
Having said that, just checked the swell forecast – we might manage a metre tomorrow afternoon. now imagine my desperation, to get this metre i am willing to drive for an hour and a half. not quite like being at home where a metre and more was never more than five minutes away.
last night i dreamt about surfing, a perfect right hander, maybe 5feet, clean with good strength. i rode for ever until my dream faded to black.
a massive 10´2´´ long board and a perfect moment.
god – i miss portugal
thanks to helen for this great tip off, check out the dibnah page and even some sound bites