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 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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