Saturday 30 July 2011   38:54.85N         1:27.33E

 

The gloomy morning greeted us

With cloud and rain so, oilies on, and

We were onward bound, a town in

Sights, to stock up on essentials.  While

Thunder rolled around the hills

And darts of lightning lit the sky,

We made good progress.  To starboard,

Ascending a cliff edge, a hedge-

Hog made us smile.  Ibiza town:

The harbour wall disguised a vast

Arena; fuel and water stops

A chance for girlie showers and shop.

And wow! The boats that are moored there

Are beyond belief; a good few there

Are larger e’en, by far, than ferries,

And they shine.  Our eyes were boggled.

Milano Blanco – beautiful

Beside them – took us to a neighbouring

Cala for safe anchorage.  Then as

Evening fell we hit the town –

Hmm.  Four up in the dinghy!  A

Promenade around the harbour

Then an elevated exploration of

The citadel.  The

Vista was three sixty and took

In hills and harbour lights and on

To Formentera.  “El Corsíco ,

Restaurant for dinner, provided

Manuel, who provided us with

Three, yes, then four, then five fish dishes,

Smiling all the time.  Down to old

Ibeza town, the strains of trance –

Inducing keyboard rock lulled us

Like the sirens and Odysseus.

We joined a gay parade, in awe

Of new and pointy bosoms of

The men.  Now semi-dreaming we

Took a crowded bus across the

Harbour back to bed.  This was the

Thirtieth of July.