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While we were there in a kayak, we met one of them in Cala Portixol: we did a short pause between slides of wood caupole fishermen, well-ordered in a sheltered cove of great beauty, he was passing by backpackers and hiking shoes in hand, one eye on the GPS to track the new path ... from a few sentences exchanged, with the usual attraction that draws fans of a sport itself, Domingo seemed to us a deep knowledge of his land and a great lover of outdoor activities with Beatriz operate a kayaking school (and not only) and rent the equipment needed for the discovery of the island from the sea.

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When We Were there in a kayak, we've met one of Them in Cala Portixol, one of the Most Beautiful Bay in the island, we where eating beetwen slides the wooden boats of the fishermen tipical house, He Was walking there around to Realize a New Way for His clients.

We've spoke a bit and we've felt in him that strong feeling for his land and that great passion for all the natural activities: Domingo and Beatriz manage a sea kayak school (and more) and they can rent you all the equipment you need to paddle around Ibiza.

Try to do that, expecially if you have enough time to visit Formentera too, it surely will be an unforgetable adventure!  

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Nostalgia por las Pitiusas

Ahi, que nostalgia que tenemos por las Pitiusas!!!
Per alleviare un pò i sintomi, talora alquanto gravi e assai preoccupanti, abbiamo rimesso mano al blog, che durante il viaggio ci ha fatto suffer greatly, adding translations and photos ...
But it was not enough: we still have a great desire to sea!

Ah, what a great nostalgia for the Pitiusas We have! To alleviate the
Symptoms, some days a very serious and Worrying, We have update the blog, quite impossible During the journey, adding translations and photos ...
But It Was not Enough: We Still Have a great sea of \u200b\u200bdesire!

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Home, sweet home

We returned yesterday and already suffer from acute nostalgia for Franco, his jokes, his wisdom and his amazing pasta and beans, flavored with rosemary islands.
Landed in Barcelona we found old friends, Carme and Saints: breakfast at the port with tales of travel between boccadillos, coffee and future projects ...
The return home could not be more gray rain, cold and empty refrigerator. After the seventh
washing machine, wash your tent on the terrace was not pleasant, with temperatures suddenly dropped to 15 degrees for each pass of the scrubber, however, ideally I went through the stages of the journey, the first night at Cala Boix, then Cala d'en Serra, Benirràs Cala, Cala Salada, New Year Cala d'Hort and finally the long golden beach of Ses Salines first to cross on Formentera, the jewel of the Balearic Islands.

Washing the fabric more than I revisited the coves, Ses Plagetses, and Cala Es Arenals and when I laid everything out to dry I spent a few minutes to Espalmador, the island last night. Mauro

updated map of the journey and now reached from the link blog dedicated to Ibiza and Formentera shows the dates and names of the beaches that we have hosted in the eleven-day circumnavigation of the Islands Pitiuse.

The journey continues even when the mind has been completed and still running veloce al mare caldo delle Baleari... e leggiamo finalmente il bel post del nostro viaggio sul blog della Kokatat .

We came back yesterday and both suffer with an acute nostalgia for Franco, his jokes, his wisdom and his amazing pasta and beans, flavored with the islands' rosemary.
Landing in Barcelona we found old friends, Carme and Santi: breakfast at the port with chats and boccadillos, coffee and future projects...

The arrive at home could not be more gray: rain, cold and an empty refrigerator.

After the seventh washing machine, wash the tent on the terrace was not pleasant, with temperatures suddenly dropped to 15 degrees. However, with each pass of the scrubber, I ideally went through the stages of the journey, the first night at Cala Boix, then at Cala d'en Serra, Cala Benirràs, Cala Salada, Cala d'Hort in the New Year and finally the long golden beach of Ses Salines, before to cross to Formentera, the jewel of the Balearic Islands.

Washing the tent I revisited its bays and beaches, Ses Plagetses, Es Arenals and Cala Saona; when I laid everything out to dry, I spent a few minutes in Espalmador, the island of the last night.

Mauro has updated the map of the trip and now the link up on the blog shows the dates and names of the beaches where we "leave" during the eleven-day circumnavigation of thePitiuse Islands.

The trip continues even when it has been completed and the fantasy still runs faster to the Balearics warm sea... and finally we read the post of our trip on the Kokatat blog !

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Espalmador: the smallest island

Prima di lasciare Formentera ci concediamo una sosta al porto di La Savina: sbarchiamo poco oltre la rastrelliera che supports dozens of sit-on-top kayak school (sailing, catamaran sailing and surfing) the place and follow the signs of a fisherman by his beautiful sailing Latin advises us to eat in the bar in the center. It 's a local démodé where Christmas decorations are the only two red streamers attached with tape to the windows of the entrance, we need the best bocadillos the Balearic Islands and the waitress gives us three caraquillos, coffee laced with rum. "We are doing the rounds of the islands by kayak, we say:" Kayak? Lo que es esto? " and when he asks us understand that we are not dressed as scuba divers nor sailors begin to tell the other patrons of the restaurant ...
Taking advantage of good weather, we decided to shorten the stages to paddle until the last day and yet we are surprised that the wind is following us faithful in our tour around the islands there is ever to travel with the wind always at your back for so many consecutive days.

We have completed the circumnavigation of 6 days in Ibiza, Formentera to 4 and so we could afford to explore even the smallest of the islands of the archipelago, s'Espalmador, which together occupy the far far Espardell little close to Freo between the islands.

The last night we have the whole island for us, with its Saracen tower and its white finca: Espalmador is the heart of the marine reserve, which covers the salt of Ibiza and Formentera and extends to the dunes of all coastal islands; fences and wooden walkways to protect the dunes, vegetation and nesting areas and all beaches are very clean and seemed well cared for.

the morning of January 6, as always, we wake up at 6 and we see a sunrise incredibly slow and blood that we enjoy with coffee and hot biscuits and honey for breakfast, until the sun rises in the dunes and urges us to take the sea for the last 20 km to the port of Ibiza: the second most dangerous crossing of the strait of the Mediterranean gives us the opportunity to pass its cardinal signs of beacons, to correct the drift and practice on dead reckoning. Franco finds many similarities with its outputs in the mountains and explains the techniques of orientation are not so dissimilar, as the sea and snow are two different states of the same element, water.

slipping Sailing Club welcomes us after 11 days at sea and the boy's gatehouse opens us hot showers and we shall keep the kayak in custody until the departure of the ferry, scheduled for midnight, a time for us no longer sustainable after many days invariably ended with 20 ... will be a long journey home, with pictures of Pitiuse Islands in the eyes and heart!

Before leaving Formentera we stop at La Savina: landing just beyond the rack that supports dozens of sit-on-top of the local school (sailing, catamaran, surf and kayak).
We want to eat in a fisherman tavern and we find it near the center: it's a démodé pub where the Christmas decorations are two red streamers attached to the windows with a simple tape; we eat there the best bocadillos of the Balearic Islands and the waitress gives us three caraquillos, coffee laced with rum. "We are paddling around the islands by kayak", we say: "Kayak? Lo que es esto?" and when she understand that we are not dressed as scuba divers nor sailors, than begins to tell the story to the other patrons of the restaurant...

Taking advantage of good weather, we decided to shorten the stages to paddle until the last day and we're surprised that the wind is following us faithful in our tour around the islands: this is the first time we paddle with the wind always downwind for many consecutive days.

We have completed the circumnavigation of Ibiza in 6 days, Formentera in 4 and so we could afford to explore even the smallest islands of the archipelago, s'Espalmador, which together with Espardell occupie the little narrow between the islands, called Freo narrow. The last night we have the island all for us, with its Saracen tower and its white finca: Espalmador is the heart of the marine reserve, which covers the salt place of Ibiza and Formentera and the coastal dunes of the both islands; fences and wooden walkways to protect the dunes, the vegetation and the nesting areas and all beaches are very clean and seemed well cared during the year.

On the morning of January 6, as always, we wake up at 6 and we see a sunrise incredibly slow and blood, that we enjoy with hot coffee and biscuits and honey for breakfast, until the last 20 km to the port of Ibiza: the second crossing of the most dangerous narrow of the Mediterranean gives us the opportunity to pass its cardinal signs, to correct the drift and practice on coastal navigation.

Franco finds many similarities with its outputs in the mountains and explains us that the safe technics are not so dissimilar, as the sea and snow are two different states of the same element, the water.

Finally, the slide of the Sailing Club in Eivissa welcomes us after 11 days and the boy's gatehouse opens us hot showers! Above all, he allow us to leave the kayak there until the departure of the ferry, scheduled for midnight, a time for us no longer sustainable, after so many days invariably ended with 20... it will be a long journey to came back home, with the immages of the Pitiuse Islands in the eyes and into the heart!

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Last days in Formentera!

Two promoters in two days: first that of La Mola, with its 148 meters high and the knuckles of a clenched fist towards the sea open, then the La Barbaria, with its eighteenth-century tower sighting of two planes and the lighthouse overlooking the end of the world ...
two paddles in two wonderful days filled with sunshine, laughter and fun.
Boarding the cove set in the rock of Es Calo was a little bubbly by the surf that covered the slide of timber from between the rocks, then the wind gray clouds covered the sun but turned his head pushed us to well, making the test yet again kayak paddling skills and old, and when we were already planning to give up tanning off-season, a warm sun and insistent took us up on landing. We ALL
spread out to dry and beat in a flash, the roof of the restaurant Es Arenals was filled with sleeping bags, mattresses, tents, jackets, pants and socks still wet from last night, the coldest and "wet" the travel.
A nearby tavern gave us the beer for dinner, with the agreement to return empty before leaving the next day, and Franco shows off one of his best lines: "Mauro, access to 18 television that damage the sun set over sea!
Starry Night with tents just below the bright constellation of Cassiopeia.
A cuddly boxer keeps us company at breakfast and watching us go away.
The second shipment was a little bubbly and we lined up at lunchtime, the long line of dunes between the two headlands of the island, this time completely deserted, despite the presence of local sleepy so popular and crowded in summer . Then there are touch
two hours against the wind, each with their own personal route, possibly following the thread of their thoughts: so, who off, who near the rocky coast and those just below the wall dotted with seagulls, we have achieved Cap de Barbaria ... After another hour of paddling challenging but fun, including a washing machine by half a meter tall vertical spikes and a continuous wave to the garden that is pushing us right to the goal, we reached our camp at Cala Saona and under the shed yet another providential we hoisted the tents for 'Last night on Formentera.
Tomorrow, if the weather will keep the promises, with the same stiff wind from SW at 10-18 knots, we will reach the first port of La Savina for lunch (we hope in a local fishing!) And then to the island of Espalmador the last leg of the trip ...

Two promoters in two days: La Mola first, with its 148 meters and the knuckles of a closed hand stretched out toward the open sea, then La Barbaria, with its eighteenth-century tower and the lighthouse leaned out on the end of the world...
Two splendid paddles in two rich days of sun, laughters and fun.
We start from Es Calò with a bit foamy and breaking waves that covered the wooden slide realized among the rocky coast; then the wind has covered the sun of grey clouds but when we turned the head it has pushed us, just to test again the new kayak and our old paddling abilities; when we were thinking about renouncing the tan season, a warm and insistent sun has accompanied us up to the unloading.
We have stretched Everything to dry and in a flash the roofing of the Es Arenals restaurant is still filled with sleeping bags, tents, jackets, pants and socks, so wet from the last night, the coldest of the trip. A near tavern has furnished us the beer for the dinner, according to return the voids before leaving the next day, and Franco unsheathes one of his best wisecracks: "Mauro, turn on the television, the program at 18 is the sunset on the sea!"
Starry night with the tents under the bright constellation of Cassiopea.
A boxer cares company at breakfast and looks us go away.
Also the second day there was a bit foamy and up to the time of lunch we've coasted along the long series of dunes among the two promontories of the island, in this period completely desert, despite the presence of the so famous and crowded places in the summer.
Then two hours against wind, each of us with an own personal rout, probably following the thread of the respective thoughts: this way, who offshore, who next to the rocky coast and who really under the punctuated wall of gulls, we have reached Cap de Barbaria... after an hour of binding and amusing paddle, among a washer from woodpeckers vertical tall half meter and a constant wave to the quarter that makes us rights toward the destination, we has reached Cala Saona and under another providential roofing we have set up the tents for the last night in Formentera.
Tomorrow, if the forecasts will keep the promises, with the same SW wind to 10-18 knots, we will reach first La Savina harbour for the lunch time (hopefully in a fishermen tavern!) and then the islet of Espalmador for the last night of the trip...

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Paddling around Formentera

Il nuovo years could not begin even better: a sun so fleeting that illuminates our first paddling!
After days of leaden sky that has stained the calm waters of the deep gray of his puffy clouds that bathe only once or twice our bows, the ray of morning sun is greeted with enthusiasm from all of us and invites us to immediately reach the islands of Es Vedra and Es Vedranell just off the coast.
then continue along one of the most beautiful Ibiza, worked in the sandstone cliffs by wind and water that are tinged with gold when the sun peeps through the clouds, reflected the depths of the amber color Lentrisca Cala, a sheltered bay reachable only by sea or a steep walking through the bush, where a lone fisherman works with hard to clean up the slide of wood from the pebbles and the sea grass secured with the latest storm in huge heaps in front of the simple and typical of Ibiza cabins for fishing boats fishing ... other boats are moored in the bay and rolling their sweet delights our stop.
We were lucky to find a time so forgiving, a little cold and wet but no waves, for the first time when we travel by kayak, then, we happen to always be chased by a gentle breeze that pushes us forward, changing direction as we go around the island: it must be some sort of compensation that nature has to offer after being robbed in Barcelona.
With a long, slow paddling brings us to the saline and lodging in one of the seven Saracen towers of the island, the southernmost, we see a festival of lights seen at night: those moving ferry crossing off, those flickering of Formentera in the distance, the yellow of the dock of the salt that looks great if ordered sparkling mounds, and white flashing headlights and lights that indicate the islands, islets and the shallows of the Strait of Freo between Ibiza and Formentera, one of the most dangerous straits of the Mediterranean. The
face the next morning with utter contempt of danger, braving a sea ... calm with waves of 5 cm and wind does not exist!
reach the island in the middle of Espalmador a day of full sun is a pleasure: the clean clear water from the sea grass is colored every shade possible silver-white to cobalt blue and irreverent ripples that form on the sea floor ; the long sandy peninsula at the northern end of Formentera us and invite us to entertain a second stop.
The rocky coast and steep than the tourist village of Es Pujols desert and now gives us a couple of hours of paddling a slow pace and makes us realize once again that the earth seen from the sea is much more beautiful: Formentera 's I discovered cycling a few years ago, but kayak circumnavigation hours allows us to find the hidden corners of surprising beauty.
landing after 25 km which is almost overnight in the fine sand beach nestled between the rocks and dark dishes of Es Calo, a village grew up around the shelter for fishing boats at the foot of the promontory of the wheel: a cowrie waiting for me on the shoreline and shooting stars surround our dinner!
Formentera gave us the first sunny day of the trip and gave us a truly memorable paddling.

The new year could not start in a best way: a timid sun illuminates our first paddle!
After days of leaden sky that have dyed the calm sea of the intense grey of its chubby clouds, that bathe a couple of times our bows, the ray of early-morning sun is welcomed by all of us with enthusiasm and invites us immediately to reach the islands of Es Vedrà and Es Vedranell, few offshore the coast.
We continue then along one of the most beautiful coast of Ibiza, under bluffs of sandstone worked by the water and the wind, that they are dyed of gold when the sun appears among the clouds; amber reflexes the backdrops of Cala Lentrisca, an sheltered bay attainable only from the sea or with an impervious path among the stain, where a solitary fisherman works to take off form the wood slide the pebbles and the posidonia deposited with the last sea storm in gigantic heaps really in front of the simple and typical huts for the fishing gullets... other boats are moored in the bay and their dessert rolling cheers our standstill.
We have been lucky to find so much clement weather, a little cold and dampness but without waves; for the first time turned since we travelled in kayak, a kind breezepushes us evedy day, changing direction as soon as we turn around the island: it must be a sort of reimbursement that the Nature takes to us after the theft in Barcellona.
A slow and long paddle brings us toward the salt pans and we sleep under one of the seven Saracen towers of the island, the most southern; we assist admired to a nighttime lights party: those in movement of the ferries that cross offshore, those trembling in distance coming from Formentera, those yellow of the salt docks of and those intermittent whites of the lighthouses of the islands, the islets and the shoals of the Freo narrow, between Ibiza and Formentera, one of the most dangerous narrow of the Mediterranean.
Let's face it with total scorn of the danger the following morning, challenging a sea... calm with no waves and nonexistent wind!
Reach the intermediary islet of Espalmador in a day of full sun is a true enjoyment: the transparent water cleaned by the posidonia becomes flushed of all the possible gradations from the silvery white to the blue cobalt; the disrespectful little waves formed on the low backdrops of the long sandy peninsula to the northern extremity of Formentera invite us to a second stop.
The rocky and steep coast over the tourist village called Es Pujols, now in winter desert and close, gives us a couple of hours of slow paddle and makes us understand once more time that the earth seen by the sea is more beautiful endeed: I had discovered Formentera some years ago by bicycle, but circumnavigate it by kayak allow to rouse angles of surprised beauty.
We land after 25 km that are almost night in the sandy beach among the flat and dark rocky coast of Es Calò, a village grown around the refuge of the fishermen boats: a beautiful sea shell waits me on the beach and falling stars crown our dinner!
Formentera has reserved us the first day of sun of the trip and has given us an unforgettable paddle.

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Paddling between Ibiza and Formentera

Insieme alle discoteche, d'inverno ad Ibiza devono chiudere also repeaters: on the beach there is almost never the field and update the blog every night is a gamble.
addition, theft of equipment for shooting photos and start to feel ... even if the connection is "disconnected" does not let us publish pictures!
Over the past two days we have discovered two very different islands!
On December 30, paddling Benirras from Cala in Cala Salada, we enjoyed a long stretch of rocky coast, high and inaccessible, with reddish cliffs that plunge into the sea from considerable heights, completely uninhabited and covered with Aleppo pines: faults, folds and volcanic caves in the typical colors and curious shapes that run the fan fiction.

The capes are all pronounced and characteristic, with turrets of stone, natural arches and islets divided, creating rock gardens where it is very fun surf in short, a long day of total immersion in nature that gives us a great memory.

On 31, however, we are just awaiting homes and buildings, some still under construction despite the establishment of nature reserves and protected areas, Portman from Sant Antoni de Cala d'Hort is a plethora of skyscrapers and hovels of each PALAZZACCIO type, shape and color, with no imagination and a certain sadistic predilection for particular ugly and gaudy.

And everything is sea view! With the obvious consequence of irrevocably ruining the entire coast! To mitigate the bitter irony: the first along the coast meet a beautiful pastel colored condominiums nestled between gully and then a beautiful sheltered cove with a seven-storey hotel, and a little more than an unforgettable beach of fine golden sand topped by homes with private swimming pool .. .

At the end of the day we tried and so disappointed that we find ourselves cheering for all three in unison at the sight of some newly constructed barracks and immediately collapsed into the sea to a landslide caused by heavy rains or perhaps by the powerful storm surges ... it seemed that somehow Nature has taken precedence over human stupidity.

To raise ourselves a little morale, we enjoy a remarkable landing in in a drizzle to a bay invaded by jellyfish stinging red with long filaments, the horizon closed from imposing profile of the two magical islands Es Vedra and Es Vedranell, rich in ancient legends and recent and now a nature reserve for the presence of wild goats, of blue-bellied lizards endemic and rare Eleonora falcon (who raise their young before migrating in Madagascar).

Franco cooking a memorable New Year's Eve dinner, prepared on a wood plank cabin fishermen protected by a canopy of palms providential: tortellini, lentil cake craft the exact extent of the peak round and a good bottle of Italian sparkling wine, all consumed well before midnight, because at eight we cooked from sleep. A feast worthy of the best New Year's Grand Hotel!

Happy New Year to all!

Together with the discos in Ibiza Also must close the repeaters at winter time: the beaches in the mobiles do not work and Every evening is a bet to update the blog.

Besides, the theft of the equipment for videos and photo starts to be felt ... even if the "disconnected" connection Does not allow us to publish pictures!

In the last two days we have discovered two very different islands!

On December 30, paddling from Cala Benirras to Cala Salada, a long line of rocky, tall and inaccessible coast, with reddish bluffs that fall into the sea from notable heights, completely uninhabited and covered by Aleppo's Pine: faults, folds and caves from the typical volcanic colors and from the curious forms that fan to race the imagination.
The promontories are all pronounced and characteristic, with stone turrets, natural arcs and articulated islets, that create rocky gardens where is very amusing to paddling in: a long day of total immersion in the uncontaminated nature that allows us a big beautiful memory.
On December 31, instead, only houses and buildings, some of them still in construction despite the constitution of natural reserves and protected zones; from Sant Antoni de Portmani to Cala d'Hort there are everywhere skyscrapers, buildings and hotels of every type, manner and color, without any imagination and with a certain sadist predilection for the ugly and showy detail.
They are rigorously built ON the sea! With the obvious consequence to irremediably deface the whole coast! We try to be ironic to attenuate the bitterness: we meet a splendid "calanco" set among pastel color block of flats, a magnificent cove near a seven floors hotel and an unforgettable gilded sandy beach surmounted from private houses with swimming pool...
At the end of the day we are so disappointed that we exult in choir to the sight of some palaces just built and immediately slipped into the sea for a landslide of the ground, caused perhaps from the strong rains or from the powerful sa storm... somehow the Nature has taken back the upper hand on the human stupidity.
But finally we arrive in a bay invaded by the red jellyfishes by the long filaments, the horizon closed by the imposing profile of the two magic islands called Es Vedrà and Es Vedranell, rich of ancient and recent legends and now natural reserve for the presence of wild goats, of endemic lizards from the blue abdomen and of the rare hawk Eleonora (which raises there the chickes before migrating in Madagascar).
Franco cook an unforgettable dinner for the New Year's eve, prepared on the wooden table of the fishermen hut protected by a providential roofing of palm leaves: tortellini, lentils, panettone - of the exact measure of the round hacth - and a bottle of a good Italian sparkling wine... we consumed all before midnight, at eight o'clock Because we are already "cooked" by the sleep.
A very good party!
Happy new year to everybody!