Picturesque Portinatx picks a peck of pickled pepper

Oh no. Today is the last day of our long weekend in Ibiza, and after the aborted Portinatx sailing attempt yesterday, Pops was unusually adament that it still remained a place to visit.

"Is it that good?" I asked sceptically.

"It's like a Caribbean Island," he replied, "in fact, I am going to hire a car and take you there."

Unfortunately, his choice of car, although cheap, wasn't capacious. He selected a blooming Nissan Micra, and Becks, Phil (six feet tall), and I had to squeeze into the back seat. On top of that, the air conditioning was weaker than an asthmatic's pant and the clutch was vicious which made me nervous because Becks is prone to motion sickness. [Note to self. Don't ever buy a Nissan Micra, they are the car equivalent of 'everything's a pound' shops]

We drove up mountains, down moutains, round twisting roads, through olive and fig groves, and past rural farms until we finally dropped down into the bay of Portinatx.


"Blimey, that is a-mazing!" I shouted, even though Pops was only in front of me in the driving seat. [note; if something is particularly good, you have to separate the 'a' from the 'mazing' for added emphasis].


The water was so clear that it was like tap water (except that it had jellyfish in it), and it only got better. There was a beach company that offered 'sumo' rides. Basically, victims donned a football-shaped inflatable costume which only their head, arms and legs poked out, and then they are dragged round the bay by a speedboat. How humiliating. Perfect for British tourists though.

Luckily we arrived in Portinatx in time for lunch.

"Food anyone?" I enquired

"Good grief, you must spend more on eating out than anyone else I know," noted Pops incredulously.

"Yep, I can't argue with that," I replied, "but if I am paying, who is whingeing?"


Pops quickly acquiesced, and the next thing we were sitting in an a-mazing (see what I did there!) restaurant overlooking the sea, when my phone bleeped to let me know I had a text message. It was Andy (the other Director of Baumhaus), so I took a picture of everyone waving to say hello and texted it back to him. I received a perplexing message back;

"Phil looks like a homo pigeon in those flip flops." Eh? Is it me?


Pops was correct though, Portinatx is well worth visiting. [subliminal advertising: go there.... yes do. It's great. you will love it.......it's like the Caribbean....and you are feeling sleepy]

Oh before I go, after we left Portinatx, we visited Ibiza Old Town which was absolutely fantastic. I am supposed to do that installment tomorrow, so nag me if I haven't. I am so behind because I didn't have internet access for so long.