Mallorca Day 19 - Calobra Beach boat ride.

Coffee before our boat ride. The coffee in the cafes is so much better than we can make in the apartment. I really haven't got the hang of the French Press yet.

This was our boat. The company has 4 boats docked here. Two are bigger double hulled boats and another is an open jetboat.

We were supposed to leave at 11:15am. There were about 10 of us sitting on the top deck. At 11:30 I went to look down at the bow area and a crew person shouted up that we were waiting for the tram from Soller which was running late. When it arrived people streamed across the docks and onto the boat, soon it was standing room only on the top deck and we left by about 11:45.

Out of the harbour, past the lighthouses.

We turned North, past the sprawling hotel on the cliffs behind the apartment.

It was fun to think that yesterday we drove through these mountains and now we were seeing where they dropped into the sea.

The cliffs must continue to drop steeply because the boat was able to pass very close to them.

Close enough to really appreciate the colours

and the contours.

During the one hour boat ride we saw 3 different watch towers up on the peaks. They were built to watch for pirates and other invaders.

There were caves and cracks and chasms.

Sunny and very little wind, it was a lovely trip of about an hour.

We swung in to a sheltered cove and headed towards this tiny beach.

Then the boat swung to the right and we docked at an adjoining small cove.

Because we had left late we only had about an hour to explore so we followed the path around towards the beach.

A couple of times it went through tunnels.

A tunnel "window"

Eve and I ate the picnic we had bought with us, sitting on a rock, and then walked across the pebbles to the beach opening.

Behind the opening to the sea was a circular pebbled area and a river, coming down a canyon into it. There is a trail up into the gorge but we didn't have time and headed back towards the boat.

Just time for a little dessert before re-boarding.

Clouds came down over the mountains as we headed for home, making it cooler.

On the way there I took pictures from the top deck.

On the way back I took them from the stern, out of the wind.

At one point the boat headed straight towards the cliff

and the captain drove it right into this cave and then backed it out again.

Coming back in and I noticed that the cliff face looked like, well, a face.

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We were back in Port de Soller by 2:30.

Somebody else had spent the day fishing.