Beaches, bikinis and food, is all

So, I’m home from Mallorca, in front of my computer now, trying to claw my way back to the surface of reality.

Holidays always throw me into a dreamlike, soupy funk from which my ego refuses to emerge until I have unrelentingly walloped it in the face with a wooden spoon so that it has no choice but to come to its senses.

As you can tell by the way I am speaking in abstracts, I have not quite found surface. But I am sober enough to update my blog by now, even if I haven’t gained sufficient lucidity to write in a non-trippy way.

Therefore, I think it would be wise for me to write less and show more.

That means photos!

 

Sheylara in Mallorca

 

All photos were taken in Cala d’Or, Mallorca, a little beach town from which Piers and I didn’t venture an inch because we are lazy bums.

But there is really no need to go anywhere when you have sand, sea and sun (and, in my case, iPad) within reach.

 

 

Not so hot dog legs

My version of hot dog legs.

 

 

Cala d'Or beach

Cala d’Or beach is tiny at 40 metres wide, perfect for families with little ones because it will be really hard for you to lose your little ones here (unless you’re an iPad addict, then I can’t say for sure).

 

 

Sheylara in Black and White

The town centre has a great selection of cafés, restaurants and bars (and shops) for your hedonic pleasure.

 

 

Seafood Paella

Seafood Paella is a one such pleasure.

 

 

Sangria

Sangria is another.

 

 

Padron Peppers

And Padrón peppers, which are so very, very tasty and full of wholesome goodness, containing vitamins A, B1, B2, C and P, proteins, calcium and iron.

 

 

Garlic mushrooms

I love Spanish food because it is so generous with seasonings, herbs and flavours. This garlic mushroom dish had nearly as much garlic as mushrooms.

I ate up all the garlic.

Piers didn’t mind.

 

 

Bread and olives with ali oli sauce

Bread and olives with alioli (or aioli) sauce are a common starter in Spanish meals. I love the sauce. It’s a blend of garlic, olive oil, salt and egg yolk.

 

 

Dress-down weekend

The best thing about going on holiday is being able to buy new holiday clothes (without telling Piers).

 

 

Bikini

This is one of the bikinis that I bought two years ago and forgot to pack for my first Mallorca holiday. I never wore it until now.

 

 

White bikini

And another one.

I bought four in all. Which is quite stupid considering that I never go to the beach (or even swimming pool) if I can help it.

 

 

Just another

Cala d’Or beach is a couple minutes’ walk from the Marina de Cala d’Or, where you can find a good selection of restaurants and a few shops. And lots of boats, of course.

 

 

More peppers

More Padrón peppers, because I can.

 

 

Sirloin steak with Roquefort Sauce

We ate lunch at this restaurant called Zocalo, which offers a 3-course meal (with choices for each course) for only €15. Piers and I had the peppers for starters and sirloin steak with Roquefort Sauce for mains.

I didn’t know what Roquefort Sauce was so I asked the waiter, who said in halting English, “Uh… is… ahh… creme.”

It turned out to be a cheesy cream sauce which is really nice for vegetables but I don’t like it on my steak.

Also the steak looked a bit sad and pathetic, which made me a bit sad. But it explained the €15 price tag.

 

 

Right. That’s too much said, and two too many bikini photos shown.

Don’t you think?

Next time, I will talk about jellyfish.

Sheylara in bikini and mud

Now that I have lulled you into a (false) sense of security with my short break from blogging, it’s time to unleash upon you more scary bikini photos.

Yep. Just when you thought you were safe. I present to you… a diseased-looking Sheylara in bikini.

 

Sheylara on pebble beach

 

Okay, I’m not actually diseased, but merely covered in mud. It’s pure, natural mud taken from a cave in a region where pirates of old used to hang out and rest between rampageous naval battles.

That’s as natural a mud mask as you can get.

We were at Coll Baix, a tiny beach of gravel, hidden away from civilisation in Mallorca. You could get to it via a long trek through paths thick with vegetation and trees along the scary cliffs of the island, or you could get to it by boat.

We went by speed boat. It was Piers’ birthday and it was a surprise from his dad.

Yacht charters and boat rentals can be had just about everywhere in Mallorca. We booked our boat adventure at the Puerto Pollensa marina.

 

Sea Adventures

 

Our tanned, robust captain claimed to look younger than his supposed 67 years thanks to the mud from the caves. I’m not quite sure I believe him. He was trying to convince us to plaster the mud he had given us all over ourselves. But he did smear his entire head with that stuff.

His speed boat runs on a daily schedule for different sea tours. We did the Pirate Routes, a two-hour adventure that costs 60 Euros per person. Expensive, but so eye-poppingly fun!

 

Sea Adventures

 

When the boat goes on high speed, it kind of skips along the water, so the ride is kind of bumpy.

I found it scary at first because I was afraid I would get seasick, which I have a history of. But the seasickness never came and I began to enjoy myself. Fear quickly turned to exhilaration.

You’re bouncing on the water as if the water were a spring mattress. The wind is rushing at your face and rustling madly at your ears. Your eyes drink deeply the sights of unspoiled nature all around you.

It was just amazing.

Here’s a picture of the mud cave:

 

Mud cave

 

In this trip, we were supposed to enter the cave and bathe in the mud, then come outside to bake in the sun. But we couldn’t that day because the water was up and a bit choppy, therefore dangerous or something like that.

So our captain took us to Coll Baix beach and gave us a tupperware full of mud harvested from the cave.

The beach is made entirely of gravel, with stones and rocks in the water getting bigger as they head out to sea. The larger rocks are painful to walk on barefoot while the pebbles are uncomfortable. So all you really want to do is sit and bake in the sun.

 

Coll Baix

 

Everyone had mud on their faces except me. I had makeup on my face and I didn’t think it was a good idea to have a apply a mask over makeup. Plus the mud was so pure that there were many tiny stones in them, some of which were sharp. I didn’t want to cut my face!

I don’t have a lot of photos on that beach. We had to anchor the boat 20 or 30 metres away and then jump into the water and swim to shore. Obviously, I couldn’t take my camera.

But Piers swam back to the boat at some point and took some photos for me from there.

He took this photo of himself before swimming back, lol.

 

Piers' muddy face

 

We were on that beach for about an hour, I think. We had our mud bake, we swam around a bit and we played with the waves. It’s fun sitting on the shore. When the waves hit, you can’t help but fall over because the waves are quite strong.

The water was ridiculously beautiful, a rich turquoise colour. It felt so unreal swimming in that water.

 

Turquoise sea

 

Turquoise sea

 

But it’s not turquoise all the time. It depends on the area you’re at and the weather. As you travel across the sea, the colour changes from turquoise to emerald to cerulean to navy.

Regardless of the colour, it’s always clear and sparkling.

 

Beautiful sparkling sea

 

Well, everything was awesome, in a nutshell. If you ever go to Mallorca, a boat trip is highly recommended. See more photos at this Facebook page of other similar trips taken by our boat captain.

And that’s all I have for you today. Let me know if you want more Mallorca posts! (But then, I’ll probably do some more whether you like it or not, lol.)

Sun and swimsuits in Mallorca

Piers and I must be the only two people in the world who go on holidays without a clue as to our itinerary.

We do have a sketchy idea:

  1. Palma – 3 days
  2. Drive to another part of Mallorca – 3 days
  3. Join his family at holiday villa – 7 days
  4. Drive to yet another area – 2 days

The thing is, we’re leaving for our second leg tomorrow and we still don’t know where we’re going. We have no hotel bookings. Ditto our final two days.

 

Palma de Mallorca
The marina opposite our hotel.

 

Also, we spent two days in Palma roaming aimlessly without any plans what to see, where to go, what to eat. We must have walked 10 km yesterday.

Well, there was my unexpected bikini incident which gave us something to do the first day — search for a replacement bikini — so that was possibly fortunate.

I think it’s in our genes. We love travelling but neither of us could be bothered to do the research.

 

Palma de Mallorca
Palma de Mallorca Cathedral, famous giant Gothic cathedral

 

I take back what I said about it being fortunate that I forgot to bring my bikinis. It took us about three hours before we found one. That’s because all the boutiques and shops are now selling autumn fashion.

We finally found a lingerie and swimsuit shop and I got my bikini but I don’t really like it. I got it because I was dying for a swim. The summer weather here is as hot as Singapore on her hottest day, which is already bad enough, but if you’ve been walking nonstop for three hours, you really want a swim.

Never mind the last time you actually dipped in the pool was 11 years ago.

I’m not joking. I have not been in sea waters or a swimming pool for 11 years because of my aversion to sun and swimsuits. I’m working on dropping that aversion; life is short; although it might become shorter if you get skin cancer.

I also need a bikini so I can wear my new beach clothes — those that look indecent if you wear them on their own but cease to be if you have a bikini underneath.

 

Sheylara at the pool

 

Sheylara at the pool

 

Here’s a photo of me in my bikini. Sorry, that’s all I can do. I don’t want to be doing a bikini photoshoot with people at the pool possibly watching!

Besides, I really don’t like this bikini.

 

Sheylara at the pool

 

Okay, enough about bikinis.

Here are some photos of our hotel, the Melia Palas Atenea. It’s beside a marina rather than a beach, but it’s near the Palma town centre, so that was kind of the point.

 

Melia Palas Atenea

 

Melia Palas Atenea

 

Melia Palas Atenea

 

It’s a pretty nice hotel, I think four-star, good service and surrounded by cafes and restaurants. There’s a seriously long street between the marina and hotel and that’s just all restaurants, cafes and bars, with a few gift shops and a mini mart.

And there’s free wifi at some of the cafes, so you don’t have to pay the crazy hotel wifi charges.

It’s a bit of a walk to the town centre, maybe 20 minutes, but exercise is always good. (Sunblock is also a great idea.)

I wore a maxi dress on our first full day here. I thought it would be cool enough. I underestimated the weather and overestimated the coolness of my dress. I think shorts and singlets would be the best things to wear if you’re going to be walking around sightseeing the whole day.

 

Sheylara in maxi

 

Sheylara in maxi

 

Sheylara in maxi

 

Okay, then. Just a few more photos then I’m going to have to call it a day. I’m not sure where we’re going to go after this. Maybe to the pool again.

 

Palma de Mallorca
At a square around the town centre. Tourists and shoppers watching a street performance.

 

Palma de Mallorca
The performance. I had to stop and watch because the music was really good. I bought their CD for 10€.

 

Palma de Mallorca
Lots of horse “taxi” touts. Kinda like trishaws in Singapore, except without the techno lights and music.

 

Palma de Mallorca
View from the Palma de Mallorca Cathedral.

 

Palma de Mallorca
No idea what this is. Didn’t see any signs explaining it.

 

Okay, that’s all for today. I’ll do food another day. My first impression, though, is that the Spanish must really, I mean REALLY, love their salt and sugar. But I need to do more field research before I can safely report my findings.

Will be back when I can find free wifi again!