: The Alocs coves, Pilar horses. Faro. The next day we got up early to go visit some bays that we had recommended. The first would be more difficult to access the entire trip. After walking several miles down a deserted road of red earth and large stones, suffering from the rental car we were going (which had nothing 4x4), I passed the driving to my girlfriend, who suffers from both of these things , and finally parked on the side. We did not see the sea, but the GPS was promised a few hundred meters. We then
a cove of stones, called
Alocs Els, only occupied by a nudist. Almost all people who do coves mixed nudity and people who do not, but the man preferred solitude.
Behind the mountain is guessed our destination, Pilar
Creek. We had almost an hour's walk ahead. We appreciate for a moment the possibility to go swimming or floating, as the sea was only a few meters, but we had no way to avoid getting wet backpacks. With an inflatable boat, or a well insulated bags would have been much more fun.
The cove is located to the left of this mountain of red intense.
And in the next picture, the cove. On the left, between the rocks, a stream of water flowed very faint, but people took advantage to collect mud and smearing the body was often naked. Then left in the sun until the mud dries up, and when the heat was unbearable they got to the sea to wash. It seems, is a healthy way to add minerals to the body. What is certain is that costs and costs to put it remove it, even when one is limited to a few letters written on his chest (I have no patience).
Anyway, some photos of the cove.
We did some snorkeling , ate, and when we finished the 3 liters of water that had been decided to return. The following days would you take more water, but still, we always had. This is the mountain road we expect to return.
We went driving down the same path. Once the stones began to be only the size of a shoe, we started to go faster, At one point we had to stop anyway because the car was in a blender, and my sister and my brother, sitting behind seemed to crash test dummies
about exchanged the seat. On the mirror were to spend their heads, shooting.
more calmly went to the creek of
Les Cavalleria, a much easier access. On reaching the coast offers the chance to go to the beach on the left or right. We decided to go to the right, which had fewer people, but this is a photo of the other:
went down to the cove, where there were many nudists. At the end there was a few feet of sand.
We snorkel
again. The beach proved to have many rushes and rocks very accessible, and a variety of incredible fish. I think the next few days would not get to see any fish that we had not seen it here.
In Spain, for some reason unknown to me, at other times not delimit the fields with barbed wire, no, it was too easy. Although a full years later, much better stacked stones. The truth is that this aspect of English idiosyncrasy seems to me admirable. This wall is four feet high, seemed to stretch for miles.
dusk, and we wanted to go see the sun go down in the sea \u200b\u200bat one end of the island, famous for its lighthouse. So we started back, with a last look at this site so spectacular.
I like pictures of rocks in the water. I do not know why, is something of Mar del Plata. Of course there are no waves breaking against the rocks.
The road to the lighthouse
cliffs bordering very high and still rising. The background was a city, but do not know what.
Plain
empty and cliffs, all together. My hometown 200 years ago.
rocks eroded by the wind, had strange shapes. It felt like we were not alone.
This really surprised me.
Were indigenous small icons? Any alien race had come down for thousands of years to play with the rocks? Could be just coincidence?
We arrived at the lighthouse.
Beside him was a small quarry. We started to walk. People are entertained piloncitos forming rocks. However, I was already convinced that the originals were of the same people of Easter Island. O waste of giants, similar to those seen in Sardinia
.
found a cave.
inside was total darkness. In addition, the cave traced curves, and therefore did not reach any of the input light. We first iluminábamos lighters, that despite what they say I say that movies are completely useless, and then hit flash, taking a picture after another just to see a little. We were fumbling, especially to protect the head, and we communicated with those who returned with broken sentences, they really wanted to make a sound only to mark our position.
But the end of the cave was worth, and that led into the cliff. Below, the sea and certain death. To the sides and above, tons of stone.
I looked to where my vertigo let me.
We returned again to the surface and began to walk toward the sun, waiting for the sunset.
We were at least 200 meters high on a cliff of vertigo.
We next to the small quarry.
We sat waiting for the sunset.
On the horizon haze had accumulated, as is common in the Mediterranean coast. In Catalonia, the evaporated water tends to form a sort of dim fog during the summer evenings that invades the coastal towns.
At sea, some boats were walking around the island. Definitely, the best way to discover Menorca is to have the necessary papers and rent a small boat or a steam launch. In addition, there are coves that can only be reached by sea.
next day would cross the famous coves of Menorca, but that is for another post.
We 
MONDAY 17 January 2011 
