Showing posts with label Place. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Place. Show all posts
Wednesday, 19 November 2014
Cala Portals Porto Veile a great place to waste time – Around Mallorca beach by beach
September 3-4 - 2012
To be assured of a good anchoring spot in Cala Portals you either get there before the day tripping boats arrive or as they're leaving so we were up early on Monday morning to beat the crowd. There was very little wind so we motored the short distance around the corner with Marc and Karen winging about early start. They’d obviously got too accustomed to the sleep ins of the last week or so.
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| We arrived at Cala Portals before the hordes that followed. For some reason it was the day of the massive motorboats. This is only a portion of what were in the bay. |
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| Beautiful Cala Portals next morning before all the day trippers arrived |
We were beginning to feel like locals here this being our third visit. We were able to drop anchor in our favourite spot just off the beach in the most sheltered corner of the bay. The only difference to our previous stays was a heavy rock breaker and excavator working on a construction site on the hill. So much for the serenity.
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| Nothing like a massive rock breaker to enhance the ambience |
This time the wind did what was predicted and while we had some rain and overcast in the morning the sunshine took over for the rest of our stay. As always in Cala Portals it was a case of swim, read, snorkel, tan, a bite to eat, a glass of wine and most of all, relax.
We got word on Tuesday morning that our radio was back at last so we made arrangements to go back to Palma the next day to get it fitted and to have an insurance assessor have a look at the boat so we could arrange repairs.
It may have been a short stay in Cala Portals but it was another good one.
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Thursday, 24 February 2011
The Place From Where Folktales Come
I get an early start on a rising tide on what is a rather frigid day, 10-15 mph west winds coming and 30 F temperatures. It is early enough in the tide that I have to slide and push the canoe through 10 yards of shin deep silty mud to get to water. It leaves me breathing hard...harder than when I portage the canoe. I paddle the first hundred yards with both feet over the side rinsing the mud from my boots.
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| Milford Point in detail |
When there is nothing to see, I notice that I am telling stories in my head...this is the place from where folktales come from, but it is just a taste, such things take much longer than today's trip.
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