None Shall Pass

Unless they're driving an enormous f*ck-off four wheel drive! Certainly that's the case if you want to get down to sea level at Porroig or visit Es Xarco in the same area of Ibiza. Years ago when we had our old Ford Fiesta the track down to Es Xarco was so rutted that there were sparks coming off the bottom of the car as we passed down it. Coming back I made Jaki get out of the car and walk up to lighten the load in the car.


Today we found that the boat owning toffs of Porroig had constructed a mound (just like a tank berm in the Iraqi desert) behind which a division of ATV's was gloatingly parked. To cut a long story short we gots lots of admiring looks from pedestrians nearby as we stormin' normaned right over it with only the odd crunch and clang.


The island of contrasts that Ibiza is provided us with so many different perspectives today. The fabulous views from the clifftop village of Es Cubells, the winding roads through herb scented pine forests, everywhere glimpses of the clear blue sea through the trees, and the ubiquitous beach bar where I treated Marli to a cool bowl of water after a refreshing dip (her, not me) in the Med.


Here she is at the Macao Cafe (between Sa Caleta and Es Codolar) with somebody from a Right Said Fred tribute band. And here, is the view out to sea