kimajy
Well-Known Member
Off to the Wild West
I give two more hitchhikers a lift – they're going to Cala Conta too. They're both well into their music and we chat about Enter. The CD's putting the Terraza into perspective perfectly and we're all smiling as Jamie Funk takes over the huge bass power of the Citroen's hefty stereo system. I'm still filled with the feeling of last night – it made a powerful and lasting impression.
8)
Jamie Funk – Incessant Sub
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RQ2r495nQl8
None of us have ever seen so many cars as we pull up outside Sunset Ashram. They get out and I can't find a place to park for love nor money :x. Decide to double-back and turn down the dirt road to the s'illa d'es Bosc restaurant. There's plenty of parking outside here and I pull up right by the door where there's also a rubbish bin to get rid of some of the endless cr*p I've accumulated .
There are looky looky men with eyes on stalks here but I can't be bothered to take anything more than I need so am going to have to make sure all is properly stowed in the car. The key burying ritual is a real challenge to get away with unnoticed – last thing I need is to get it wet or lose it now with a flight to catch and a car full of all my valuables 
, which get locked between the boot and the glove compartment.
I struggle into a dry pair of boardshorts in the car and leave everything else behind bar a towel, flip flops, cigs and lighter in my Velcro pocket and my diving watch. Can't be bothered with taking the camera and the tan is much deeper now so don't even bother with a t-shirt. It's just so great to be free of “stuff†.. especially when you're alone and having to be responsible for everything all the blooming time.
I turn right as you face the sea and walk far out along the rocks and cliffs. Eventually find a place I know I can climb down to but most people wouldn't even try. Even the flip flops and towel are an irritation and making it more difficult to move down the cliffside :x. So I throw both down to the rocks below and am free to climb barefoot now. It's so much better. Heaven knows how I'll get back up with them but worst comes to worst I'll just leave them – really wish I'd brought nothing !
As I get to the rocks below I'm grateful for my flip flops again. The rocks are very rough and hard on the feet. The tide is surging a bit today and I'm well out from the bay along the coast bordering open sea. Could easily get smashed against the rocks trying to get back out of the water here today , but find a place you can just about submerge yourself for a dip between the rocks .
It's really wild and rather envigorating. I'm out of sight of everyone bar the endless tourist boats coming and going – and the shipping lane is pretty far away from here.
So I enjoy a last blissful hour of “liberation†before deciding it's time to start climbing back. I find a much easier route up a little further along the coast and get everything back in one piece. But I really want a last swim and join some other people down a cove closer to the restaurant with some fishing huts.
There are 3 white-looking ‘tourists', a periodically naked Spanish couple with 2 kids, and a guy who looks like something out of Spartacus with a dog - which is standing by the water's edge having a great time as his owner throws sea water over his charge
. It's a strange grouping – everyone is keeping themselves to themselves and it's not nearly as relaxed here as up in the North or in Formentera.
Every stretch of the coves and rocks for a long way round from the restaurant where I parked has loads of boats and people... the boats are passing very dangerously close to swimmers at far too high a speed in my opinion. Even an experienced skipper could easily kill someone in the water. It's not as relaxing as I'd hoped for my last day – but I do really enjoy the last swim. 8)8)
I give two more hitchhikers a lift – they're going to Cala Conta too. They're both well into their music and we chat about Enter. The CD's putting the Terraza into perspective perfectly and we're all smiling as Jamie Funk takes over the huge bass power of the Citroen's hefty stereo system. I'm still filled with the feeling of last night – it made a powerful and lasting impression.
8)Jamie Funk – Incessant Sub
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RQ2r495nQl8
None of us have ever seen so many cars as we pull up outside Sunset Ashram
. They get out and I can't find a place to park for love nor money :x. Decide to double-back and turn down the dirt road to the s'illa d'es Bosc restaurant. There's plenty of parking outside here and I pull up right by the door where there's also a rubbish bin to get rid of some of the endless cr*p I've accumulated .There are looky looky men with eyes on stalks here but I can't be bothered to take anything more than I need so am going to have to make sure all is properly stowed in the car
. The key burying ritual is a real challenge to get away with unnoticed – last thing I need is to get it wet or lose it now with a flight to catch and a car full of all my valuables , which get locked between the boot and the glove compartment. I struggle into a dry pair of boardshorts in the car and leave everything else behind bar a towel, flip flops, cigs and lighter in my Velcro pocket and my diving watch. Can't be bothered with taking the camera and the tan is much deeper now so don't even bother with a t-shirt. It's just so great to be free of “stuffâ€
.. especially when you're alone and having to be responsible for everything all the blooming time. I turn right as you face the sea and walk far out along the rocks and cliffs. Eventually find a place I know I can climb down to but most people wouldn't even try. Even the flip flops and towel are an irritation and making it more difficult to move down the cliffside :x. So I throw both down to the rocks below and am free to climb barefoot now. It's so much better. Heaven knows how I'll get back up with them but worst comes to worst I'll just leave them – really wish I'd brought nothing !
As I get to the rocks below I'm grateful for my flip flops again. The rocks are very rough and hard on the feet
. The tide is surging a bit today and I'm well out from the bay along the coast bordering open sea. Could easily get smashed against the rocks trying to get back out of the water here today , but find a place you can just about submerge yourself for a dip between the rocks . It's really wild and rather envigorating. I'm out of sight of everyone bar the endless tourist boats coming and going – and the shipping lane is pretty far away from here.
So I enjoy a last blissful hour of “liberation†before deciding it's time to start climbing back. I find a much easier route up a little further along the coast and get everything back in one piece
. But I really want a last swim and join some other people down a cove closer to the restaurant with some fishing huts.There are 3 white-looking ‘tourists', a periodically naked Spanish couple with 2 kids, and a guy who looks like something out of Spartacus with a dog - which is standing by the water's edge having a great time as his owner throws sea water over his charge
. It's a strange grouping – everyone is keeping themselves to themselves and it's not nearly as relaxed here as up in the North or in Formentera. Every stretch of the coves and rocks for a long way round from the restaurant where I parked has loads of boats and people... the boats are passing very dangerously close to swimmers at far too high a speed in my opinion
. Even an experienced skipper could easily kill someone in the water. It's not as relaxing as I'd hoped for my last day – but I do really enjoy the last swim. 8)8)
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. Which is a shame because my other pair of shoes, being brown, don't really go with any of my shorts ! My flip flops by now are caked in dirt and mud and not fit to be seen anywhere fancy in. 
! Blimey - it's pretty much still the middle of the flipping afternoon ! 
