Our report
The Pitiusa archipel is one thing. But then there’s Formentera.
I assume there are quiet, typical and idyllic spots on Ibiza but on Formentera there is nothing but that.As if a Caribbean island sailed through the street of Gibraltar,with a pirate at the helm.
Maybe there’s a hidden treasure somewhere on the island, ,overgrown by ‘weeds’ of the hippies.
A catamaran ferry takes us to Formentera in 30 minutes.The sea is rough.Some young guys on flip-flops are finishing a bottle of Malibu.It is 11 a.m. and they seem to have partied through the night.There middle ears are giving them big trouble.
Meanwhile we sail over under-water-volcanoes. Visibility is spectacular for the Mediterranean Sea.
Formentera, the last paradise in the Mediterranean
The atmosphere is very laid back on the quay of La Savina.Only a few enormous private yachts remind us of the vicinity of Ibiza.Sparkling salt plains in pastelcolours…
The welcoming is warm and the transfer to the hotel (Casbah) is smooth.
The hotel is surrounded by pinetrees, walking distance from Migjorn, the largest beach on the island. There happens to be a great paella restaurant: a wooden cabin, tables in the sand and delicious food.
But the hotel’s restaurant is fabulous ! Service is very personal. This is how the ‘Côte d’Azur’ looked like 50 years ago.
We hire two Vespa’s to cruise around the island but Citroën convertibles are a great alternative.
It turns out to be a wonderful week: some diving, dolce far niente, good food and a hilarious RIB experience.The sun shines all week except for our boat trip.
We just left La Savina in our very small vessel when it started pouring rain.We crossed a sea lane and tried to avoid huge catamaran ferries, producing three meter high waves.
As every Belgian citizen would do in this type of situation, we seek a place to have a cold drink and wait for the sun.We found it at Ses Illetes,a gorgeous nature reserve… normally very popular among day tourists from Ibiza.
Boat on the beach. A glass of Chardonnay. Few hours later the waves get even bigger and the motor refuses to start. But finally the sun returns, the boat becomes cooperative and we had a wonderful week.
A last obligatory night in Hard Rock hotel, Playa d’en Bossa,Ibiza. Let’s not talk about it…out of respect for Formentera.
Hasta luego Formentera !
