Majorca on Foot.

Cami Gregory is a former vagabond who has now set her roots down in London to write about her adventures and experiences. She loves rambling around undiscovered territories hoping to find something exciting….or at least a nice view!

Cami contacted us about writing a guest post about some of her time spent in this beautiful paradise! The pictures alone want to make me go there now!

For many people the Balearics are a place to come and enjoy a relaxing sun drenched getaway where chilling out on the beach or by the pool is sacrificed only for a dash to the bar for a refreshing cocktail.

While I am no stranger to holidays spent soaking up the sun, after landing a job in Majorca (sometimes spelled Mallorca) for three months over the summer, I thought it might be nice to leave with a little more than just a tan.

Majorca Beach

On a rare day off I decided the time had come to venture away from the golden sands of Alcudia and try to uncover a little of what the island has to offer away from beach cafes, souvenir shops and English-style pubs. The island operates a local bus service and after joining a small queue I hopped on as my driver took me along north along the coast. For those who don’t know the resort of Alcudia is made up of two areas: the first (and possibly most well-known) is centered on the long sandy beach in front of Parc Natural de S’Albufera. The beach here is a huge draw to families and hotels, bars and restaurants have capitalized on this resulting in many choices. Travel further north (as I was) and you’ll reach the Port of Alcudia where (as the name suggests) you’ll find a harbor area with boats and another impressive sandy beach as well as attractions and more bars and restaurants. It was the area beyond here that I was looking forward to discovering and as my bus veered further up the island I was itching to jump off and begin exploring.

Port de Pollença is the next main tourist hub and where I left the bus behind. This popular resort has a more upmarket feel to it than Alcudia with elegant beach front restaurants serving expensive fish dishes and a smaller more rugged beach backed by pines.  The main town is further inland but I had my sights set on going north still and seeing if I could make it to the top of the peninsula, Cap de Formentor.

With my trusty guide book, SPF & water bottle (essential items on any outing in Alcudia in the summer) I found a coastal path and started to walk. The first thing I noticed is just how beautiful the coastline is in Majorca. You can see it in Alcudia, however the charm has been somewhat interfered with by man.  Up here, in the absence of concrete hotels, beach bars and pedalos for hire, nature really does shine through. The sun shimmering on the seas makes the perfect backdrop to the rugged cliffs cascading down the islands perimeter, disturbed only by the plants that have chosen to set up home there.

One thing I possibly hadn’t anticipated is the weather. Summers in Alcudia are hot and I was grateful for the shade provided by trees along the way (even with the trusty 30 SPF on!) Another thing worth bearing in mind if like me and you’re a female alone … Spanish men can’t help honking their horns when they drive by. I firmly believe it has no reflection on your appearance, just that you are indeed female and they are a red blooded male (and let’s face it after an hour walking in the dust dripping with sweat I would defy anyone not to actively accelerate when passing!).

Cap de Formentor

Another pitfall I hadn’t fully anticipated was the lack of proper footpaths. While I found this a challenge (the tunnel more so – I would recommend you take a car through this stretch and walk after since looking back it was possibly a little risky passing through a dark tunnel on the road), I can understand it’s not a good idea with little ones. I however, was loving it and in-between hopping onto dusty verges and meandering along narrow tracks I made sure I took regular pit stops on rocky outcrops where the views out to sea were spectacular.

As you near Cap de Formentor the road steepens. A lighthouse marks your final destination, built in 1892 and still standing proud today, encircled by protected plants. Here I could take in the fruits of my labor as the views were breath-taking. Definitely a camera moment and while I had fought off the shackles or urbanization for the three or four hours it had taken me to get here, I’ll admit I did enjoy an ice cold drink from the lighthouse shop as I sat, feeling like the bright lights of Alcudia were a million miles away.

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