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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...