Formentera in a glance

Here goes my after-trip story, as always late and not immediately after coming back (I always need some time to think about it and specially recover myself!!). Warning, it's quite long!! The trip started in a funny party mode way, with lots of djs in the plane (I could count at least four djs checking in their dj record boxes, and they apparently seemed quite heavy, so they didn't look as empty!). It was the most unserious flight I have ever been in, with almost everybody having beers, chatting with the neighbours (even if they didn't know each other!!), the cabin crew saying we weren't funny enough and it was the most boring flight to Ibiza ever, then everybody trying to recover from that captain appreciation and compensate with more cheerings and so on. Like being in a pre-party!

After arriving at Ibiza's port, we had to wait until the first ferry to Formentera, which was at 7.30. Believe me it's quite hard to not to get annoyed when you are carrying a rucksack and everybody is offering you club tickets and free drinks, and more importantly, not allowing you to circulate freely in the street by putting themselves in the middle to make their offers. Yes, I know they are doing their job but come on, did they really believe somebody with a rucksack and an ignore-me-please face was going to their club/bar? It's losing their and my time!

The fun of the examination of the night species seemed infinite, but finally the day came in and the subjects disappeared from the street like vampires. What had been a busy street was now simply an anodine deserted place (with not much junk for my surprise!). We tried to buy our ferry tickets without success. There was somebody selling tickets but she couldn't sell us the tickets for Formentera, it had to be done by her mate. Please somebody explain me why. After some minutes somebody appeared but nobody told us "yes she's going to sell you the tickets"; we had to guess and wait until she felt like working and then ask her, extremely polite and carefully:

Sorry, [didn't want to annoy you, as you don't seem like working today], we [are fucking tired and sleepy and annoyed because of your disorganised and messy service and] were wondering if you would sell us tickets to Formentera, would you please? [Or do we need to do it ourselves?]
Words in brackets were quickly realtime censored to prevent further problems, obviously.

Nor did she tell us where should we look for the boat. Maybe she thought we were professional magicians and could guess or something. Best of all, everybody seemed offended when asked, even the port police.

But they didn't manage to ruin our first day! We quickly forgot them and proceeded to rent a pair of bikes upon arriving to Formentera, in La Savina port. I was a bit scared at the beginning since I thought we weren't going to find any place to rent bikes so early in the morning (it was around 8.30 am) but my fears were unfounded, there were lots of places which rented every kind of vehicle: bikes, motorbikes, cars, so you can get a vehicle quickly there.

Bikes in Formentera

With our bikes and rucksacks and lots of determination we took to the road and started cycling the 9 km to the apartment we had rented, in the middle of the island. It was pretty ok even if I hadn't ridden a bike since past year and wearing some extra kg on my back. We could smell the pinetrees and the figtrees and also use our brand new sunglasses to avoid mosquitos and other species which resulted surprised because of our fast paced cycling. Oh yeah!

Then we arrived and left our baggage, changed to the summer-mode clothes (bath wear, short trousers, flip flops) and straight to the beach. It was like the start of a cycle, since we repeated it lots of times during the following 14 days, which was quite convenient for our general tanning level (now we must be between the most admired people in London, see Dannii Minogue's words about the londoners' taning levels).

Cala Saona

Apart from getting a pretty decent suntan we also managed to explore the island. In our explorations we concluded the following about beaches:

  1. We don't know why, but the water in the beaches is terribly cold (at least compared with the peninsular-mediterranean beaches we know). Do not try the step-by-step technique for entering the sea, it is even worse. Just enter quickly. Now before you think twice!
  2. Migjorn beach is always dirty. Illetes is much better but it's quite crowded. Cala Saona looked a bit less crowded (and the water was quite clean), but it had lots of jellyfishes in the deeper areas. Tramuntana, near Es Calo was good too but was very stoney in the border so it was complicated to enter/exit the sea.
We also got some more interesting facts:


  1. Most of the restaurants won't accept a card as payment method, which is quite stupid since there aren't too many cash machines in the island.
  2. They don't seem to be very active at lunch time, only they open for dinner time. Maybe they assume people don't have lunch, just get toasted on midday and have dinner only. The funny thing is that they are actually in the restaurant, but sitting and doing nothing.
Formentera's flora and fauna

Formentera's Lizard

  1. Everything reminded me a lot to Alicante's flora and fauna. The plants, the mountains' physiognomy and even the animals. With one exception - the omnipresent lizard. Wherever you went you could be surprised by tens of these little reptiles jumping from wherever, quickly crossing the road. No wonder the island was called Ophiussa by the greeks, or the romans, I can't remember, meaning Ophiussa "the reptiles island". So now you understand why almost all merchandising features one lizard. We even had one in our apartment. The f***ing idiot just appeared on the night and started scratching the wall and ceiling even if we tried to exterminate him, he always escaped! GRRRRRRRR!
  2. Get ready for the insects attack! I didn't remember when was the last time I had been biten by a mosquito, but the first day I woke up with horrible swollen bites all over me. Can't recommend it really. So get a good antimosquitos-something! And I mean it - we had to use two at the same time and still got biten occasionally.
  3. Additionally, a cockroach decided to die in the night. I woke up believing it was a mouse trying to eat my shoes or something, but was too scared of turning on the light and seeing the show. It was funny to find out it was just a cockroach upsidedown and scratching its feet against the wall like in a stupid last will.
  4. Figtrees are used intelligently. The farmers extend the branches of the figtrees to grow widely and then create more shadowy areas in that extremely dry and hot weather. Then they use those shades for keeping the sheep under the shade during the day so they don't die of a sunstroke.
  5. Another common species in the fauna is the Italianum Tomadore Proffesional di Sole. These beach animals invade the island and as a result everybody addressed us in Italian first, assuming we were Italians as well. Their most common habitat is the sea shore, where they can stay for hours, rotating slowly like chicken in an oven, so that they get an absolutely perfect tan. They also have a camera with them at every moment and record smooth slow-motion travellings of themselves. Although they rarely do nudism, they use to wear a thong only (men as well), which is quite ridiculous. And they are even louder than us spaniards!
El Pilar de la Mola

Far del Pilar de la Mola

Although the island is mainly flat, there are two points which are not. One is the port in El Pilar road. Think of some five kilometers of horrible neverending uphill curves (for going) and suicide downhill curves (for coming back). Specially super-exciting at night. Nothing compares that omfg-this-is-dangerous-i-am-going-to-die-in-a-curve sensation.

Cami de Sa Pujada There's a shortcut called cami de Sa Pujada. This is a supposedly roman path, or I might say, it supposedly is a path, since it is most of the time pure mountain stone and is more like climbing a mountain than walking on a path. But hey it doesn't have curves! After climbing it, and some more road km, you can see that beatiful village that is el Pilar de la Mola, with its mill, and some km further, the Far d'es Pilar, a little lighthouse.

El mirador

You can also have some refreshments in an impressive views restaurant, El Mirador. And believe me you'll feel like in heaven having a refreshment when you reach that point.

Cap de Barbaria

Sa Cova Foradada

The other hilly place is the Cap de Barbaria area, on the other side of the island, where the Far de Barbaria is. This was really hard to reach; I had to walk most of the time since it was imposssible to do it by cycling. But as a compensation you get to see Sa Cova Foradada, which is one of Formentera's mighty caves, and has been featured in the Sex and Lucia movie.

There were supposedly some megalithic ruins in the way to the Cap de Barbaria but we couldn't find them even if we turned left, exactly where the signal specified. Maybe we stepped over them and didn't notice, who knows!

Spontaneus sanctuary


Now that's an interesting and weird place to go. At the end of Platja Illetes, keep walking and walking, climb as many hills as you need to, until you start viewing what appear to be static human figures - although they aren't so.

What they are is a collection of statues and weird stone heaps which visitors have built years, and they look quite weird indeed. Seems like people consider that place as magical so they decided to leave they little magical thingies there.

Can Rafalet

Pa amb coses

Ibiza might have its Cafe del Mar, but Formentera has Can Rafalet in Es Calo. You can also enjoy the sunset in Formentera. But instead of listening to some ambient/chill out music by Jose Padilla you can treat yourself to "Pa amb coses" - literally "Bread with things", and get an idea of the typical gastronomy of the island. Very easy recipe as well, using the key ingredients: bread, garlic, tomato and olive oil.


And something else?

Mud bathing

Yes, there's something else we did! Without any special order:

  1. Going to S'Espalmador. An almost desert island where the only outstanding thing is mudbathing.
  2. Having breakfast by the pool
  3. Watching lots of movies
  4. Drinking cacaolat and orxata (not at the same time obviously).
  5. Enjoying the fresh fruit and vegetables there (it was ages since I ate so good peaches and apricots!). You'll hate your usual fruit supplier after eating these.
  6. Going to an oldschool bakery - and have a traditional ensaimada (it's a typical sweet product that you should try and kicks croissants off the competition)
  7. Ride a motorbike. After the sweat and pain of travelling with a bike all the island across we opted for a motorbike on the second week. That was quite a lot of fun as well! We felt so posh...
  8. Drink a lot, specially when we used the cycles. We spent more money in water and Aquarius/Gatorade than what we spent in petrol when we rented the motorbike.
  9. Going to Sant Joan's celebrations in El Pilar. Now that's what I call a weird dance. They did a traditional dance where the girls slid sideways without apparently moving their feet, while the boys kicked the air quite close the girls' faces (without actually hitting them obviously) like in an kung-fu demonstration. And all of this while clapping some kind of gigantic castanuelas. After that they played traditional music (the lyrics were astonishing, telling tales about countryside love stories, ahh! how cosy!) and made a big open air cheap barbeque (where the meat was placed in bread with garlic, tomato and olive oil, of course!)
Should you go to Formentera?

What do you think?!