Ibiza rocks!

Our first really good spinnaker run of the season!  We left Majorca at daybreak and by 9am had the kite up and Bandit was smoking along towards Ibiza at eight to 10 knots – fantastic!  We’ve got David’s daughter Anna and her husband Glen on board so great to give them a good spinnaker run.  No fish though much to Glen’s disappointment!   We head for the north coast and discover some gorgeous calas with the clearest water we’ve seen in the Med.

Sunset at Club del Mar, Ibiza

As we sail between anchorages we put a Cafe Del Mar CD on and wonder exactly where the bar is....we’ve listened to the music for years and decide we can’t possibly visit Ibiza and not Café del Mar.  So we google it (what did we do before google?) and find it’s in San Antonio, where we are headed.  Disappointment kicks in as we sail past mid-morning as it doesn’t look like any of us envisaged - a rather stark looking bar on the rocks – not on a sandy beach as we all thought.  Never mind – we head in for sundowners anyway.....along with a couple of thousand others....most of them Paris Hilton lookalikes.  Never have we been amongst so much testosterone, designer clothing, exposed flesh, after shave, make up and hot bodies!  Only thing is we are about 30 years too late! 

Anything goes on Ibiza

San Antonio itself is awful – full of tacky people on cheap package holidays.  Early mornings (when we shop or go to the Laundromat) are not nice – people staggering home from nightclubs, vomit and urine stains line the street, bottles and cigarette butts are everywhere.  We take a bus over to Ibiza town which is much nicer – the old city is particularly delightful.

Brenda, David and Anna at Club del Mar

We leave Anna  and Glen in San Antonio.  They’ve had two fantastic weeks with us and are now off to explore Italy.  We have a brisk sail around to Cala Terida – a delightful anchorage with gorgeous white sandy beaches, amazing rock formations and that amazing turquoise water.   We spend a few days doing chores before heading to Espalmador and Formentera waiting for the right wind to head to Almerimar on the Spanish mainland.

Annie and Glen on the rocks