By 1100 we’d dropped the hook off Platia de Ses Illetes, in crystal clear turquoise waters lapping a beautiful white sandy beach and overlooking the famous sand dunes. Perfect!
Well, that was until 1130 when we were literally invaded. It reminded us of the Rome invasion off Ponza Island in Italy, although there were ten times the number of boats of all description this time. At this stage we’d already got in the dinghy to head ashore for a snoop around, but we were rocked around so badly we decided it was far too dangerous and promptly got back onto Paw Paw, raised the dinghy and weighed anchor. Nothing was worth that hell. Of course, in the process, Roy stood on something, which Elaine needed to extract with a pair of tweezers, while one metre waves hit Paw Paw from every direction from the wake all the motoryachts and speedboats racing to get their spot, regardless of where we were positioned relative to their chosen spot!
Moving further down the coast to Racó des Berro, where most of the sailing yachts were anchored, was marginally better, although we still bounced around. Finding a spot between the already anchored boats at least precluded any numpties from anchoring on top of us. It’s fair to say, though, at this stage we just want out of the Mediterranean, but, unfortunately, we’re stuck here whether we like it or not, given the unfavourable weather to the south of us and miserable weather arriving from the north in the next few days.
To preserve our sanity, we eventually found a way to get to shore, after dinghying around the harbour wall and into Estany des Peix, a fabulous lagoon, where we beached the dinghy and enjoyed a walk around the town of La Savina.
Afterwards we found a lovely outdoor restaurant, Port Amagat, and enjoyed a fabulous meal, while Elaine briefly chatted to the family on the Zoom get-together arranged by Elaine’s sister, Deborah.
By the time we returned to Paw Paw, the weekend revellers had departed, but it remained “party central” with a few crewed chartered yachts around us celebrating special occasions. The old adage of: “If you can’t beat them, join them” springs to mind as we sat out in the cockpit and soaked up the atmosphere until the sun set. By then the churned up waters had started to subside and we could head for our beds.
