Around Mallorca

After Palma, I did a couple of towns around Mallorca, each for just one night.

First was the town of Manacor. I didn't really see much of the town, honestly. I arrived late and spend the evening speaking Spanish, as my host turned out to be a Spanish teacher. In the morning, we got on a car and drove to a hidden mallorquin beach.
 





After parking the car, we still had to walk about half an hour through a rocky forest to reach the spot; however, it was worth it. Turquoise water, white sand and to top it all, caves that extended into the sea. I'll let photos describe it for me.

We spent about 8 hours at that beach, with no shade at all, so in the end I was quite sunburnt, and kinda tired, but truly happy. We also did some rope-walking, which was fun, atlhough I couldn't get further than 3 steps.

In the evening, I only had the time to grab my baggage before getting on the train to my next town, Inca.

 Inca lies in the heart of the island and has no beach. The mountains are still a nice sight though. My next host picked me up from the station with a scooter, and we spend the evening talking (in Spanish of course), dining on mallorquin specialties with wine, and later some chocolaty african liquer, smoking shisha and listening to Manu Chao. I heard a lot of stories about travelling and leaving in South America, which is always enchatning to me, as I dream of doing a long trip there some day.

Next morning, I left quite early, as my host had to go to work. Had a quick coffee and some breakfast, afterwards I hit the Wednesday market, which turned out a lot bigger than I expected. And quite useful, as I bought lots of stuff - towel, bunch of second-hand clothes, pajamas, backpack, lounge pants.


The purchase of the lounge pants was not easy. The guy at the ethnic clothes stand confidentely stated a price of 75 euro, then embarked on a long story on how this piece of clothing was hand crafted in Peru according to an ancient tradition. In the end I got them for 15.

In the afternoon, I returned to my host's house just in time for lunch - arroz cubano (cuban rice), with tomato sauce, fried egg and bananas. Unfortunately, I couldn't even finish my plate, as I had to run to the station for the next train back to Palma.


This was my last night on the island, as the next day I had a flight to Valencia. As flying is the easiest way to get in and out of the island, planes to the mainland are like busses, just as cheap and easy to get.

My last host in Mallorca was a peruvian, who was doing a doctorate on some kind of a science I could not even imagine. He told me some really intriguing facts and strories about Peru and South America. For instance, the fact that instead of written language, they used ropes and knots... One of the craziest things I've ever heard, come to think about it.

In the evening, we went out with two oter couchsurfers, which turned out to be Dutch girls. So I also got a shot at speaking a bit Dutch. Walking the main clubbing street of Palma, we constantly got approached by drunk English people, or scarcely dressed girls inviting us to some huge, ultra-mega-fashionable place (we skipped the offer).

And so, the next morning, with a slight headache, I packed my bag again, and headed for the Palma airport for the second time, this time outbound, destination Valencia.