Having safely made the thrilling journey through the Serra de Traumuntana, our coach wound down towards the ocean and the coastal inlet of Sa Calobra. Here we stepped out and took a breath of fresh salty air. Gazing round we were sheltered in a rocky cove, with azure waters rippling below, gathering of pine trees watching over the spare sparse area of shore. It was like something out of a movie, it felt foreign and intriguing.
Our guide had given us directions on how to reach the canyon opening, which we had previously looked down on from all those many miles above. We tentatively passed through two dark passageways carved through the cliffs, before reaching the sand covered basin of the great crevasse holding the Torrent de Pareise river. This vast space can’t have been more than a hundred metres round from the tropic cove, but held a rather different view.
We didn’t have all that long to stop an investigate the area further, but we did make time to pause and capture a few pictures. Arriving just after lunch time, it was also rather busy, which made it difficult to absorb the feature at its finest. We walked back to Sa Calobra, where we sat down to a plate of cheesy past Bolognese in a lovely spot above the water. 5 star it mightn’t have been, but to me it was pretty grand. Much as I would have cared for an extra half hour to dip my feet in the ocean, it was soon time to board a catamaran for the next leg of our trip.
Both my boyfriend and I were a little worried about finding our sea legs, but as it turned out, once we got going and had beer in our hands it felt a lot easier to relax. It was a little choppy, but in time I dared to venture out and braced the front deck, aware I mightn’t ever make such a trip again and I didn’t like the thought of missing out. There were a few interesting geographic features, which kept my other half distracted and as we came to reach the harbour inlet, the views were really quite beautiful – even more like a scene from the movies.
We docked in the attractive marina of Port Soller, itching to get off and explore. It was a stark contrast to where we were staying along the Playa de Palma and reminded us of images depicting Monte Carlo or St Tropez. It was a sculpted pocket of paradise, with it’s fancy yachts on the waterfront and multitude of staggered houses built-up behind. Above those the rolling mountains and higher again the open blue skies. Now mid after-noon and having eaten very little, we took to a table along the seafront and shared tapas with a few succulent drinks.
We had just enough time for a 5 minute wander along the promenade, before it was time to take an old-fashioned tram through to the town of Soller. Like a lot of the trip it felt a little surreal, as we watched the wooden carriage pull up by the marina, it was like San Francisco meets St Tropez. Cramming into the vintage wagon we pulled off at a gentle pace, the focal point for those wandering outside.
Slowly rattling along the seafront, we meandered along by the road and passed by luscious fields of citrus orchards, before winding through Soller’s main square, where we slowed to our final stop. It would have been lovely to have had more time and enjoyed a drink or an espresso out in the quaint looking square, but alas we were now at the station, ready to board our vintage train (which looked a lot like the tram) bound to take us back down through mountains.
The journey back through the mountains was much less scenic, but also much less traumatic than the previous. As we left the station we were treated to some lovely views looking back down over the town, cradled beneath the towering boulders of rock, but then the scenery was fleeting as we trundled at speed through tunnel after tunnel, with only little lighting within the carriage. Dust began to sweep in through the open-window, choking the air. My boyfriend recalled scenes from Harry Potter, where the Death Eaters board the Hogwarts Express and I couldn’t help but laugh. It was all rather eerie for a good duration, until at last we broke out into the sun once more.
The epic tour drew to a close as we approached the outskirts of Palma, where we finally disembarked for our coach back to the hotel. All in all it was a wonderful day full of interesting sights, though it had begun to take its toll – it would be a late dinner that night! Though we hadn’t long to stop and explore each place, we did manage to cover a lot of ground in one day and despite the ups and downs I would certainly endure a similar trip in future given the chance.