The day was spent on the move; starting on Formentura with a breakfast by the beach again, today the orange juice was back in stock, so I had that with a local pastry.
Packed up and ordered a taxi to the port. Got there just in time to catch the fast boat to Ibiza. The ship was small, for foot passengers only. I enjoyed the 25 minute journey, experiencing the climb of each wave, followed by the slap as it knocked back down into the water, looking out to the cliffs and rocks of Ibiza ahead of us. Reached EivissaIbiza town at 11am.
I was in Ibiza last year for a friend’s stag do, so I knew the town reasonably well, it’s been a town for hundreds of years and has thankfully kept that historic apeal. It’s easy to see the differences in culture between mainland Spain and Ibiza, much more of hedonistic, an anything goes culture, less concervative in their dress, more bright colours and long hair. I know it’s expected, but I still found it odd seeing so many adverts for celebrity DJs and billboards for night clubs everywhere.
From Ibiza, I planned to get to Barcelona. I had two choices, either fly, taking an hour or get the ferry, taking eight hours. I liked the idea of going via water, found out the ship leaves from Sant Antoni, once a day, on the other side of the island, in two hours time. I thought it wouldn’t take long to get there so i spent some time looking round Eivissa again. I under estimated how long it takes to get across the island, only just made it, got to there 10 minutes before departure.
The ferry across was relaxing, it’s a big boat, and I had the place practically to myself. A sign on board read:
Passengers: 31
Staff: 32
Total: 63
Capacity: 800
It was great, I had a desk to work at, then a walk outside, followed by a nap lying down on a soffa, finished off the trip reading my book with a drink and a packet of crisps at the bar.
I finally arrived at Barcelona at 10pm, booked into a great value small hotel in Barceloneta, on the waterfront called Marina Folch. My balcony has remarkable views of a tree lined street, overlooking the bay and Montjuic. Compared to my last two weeks, Barcelona was a shock, it doesn’t sleep. The other thing I noticed was the change in weather, it was cooler, cloudy and about to rain.
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