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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!