Went for a ride up to Son Sardina. Tony's dad (John) had a farmhouse out here, a small village 5 miles north of Palma 40 years back.
I had my first taste of this great island staying here as a 17 yr old.
Spent the nights and mornings clubbing (sorry, discoteching), back to bed at 5:00am, then slept till late afternoon, when we'd rise, wash, eat and go out again (after drowning ourselves with John's fine array of aftershaves....Aramis and Givenchy still conjure sweet memories when I smell them.
Never got a good tan as never really saw the sun.
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| Almond trees beneath the Tramuntana |
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| Primroses everywhere...it's now spring here! |
The Farm House from the back, seems much smaller (surprise!) and the vicious dog prevented me getting any closer.
Later rode up Na Burguesa, the hill overlooking Palma, from where Christ cast's his loving gaze.
Great twisty winding pot-holed road takes you up to a deserted spot with stunning views over the city and bay.
The road is scary, with shear drops with unprotected sides, but not so scary to stop Chris and Nick racing their mopeds up it, driving crossed hands (hands crossed over the handlebars to swap grips), Chris dumped his bike, but remained on the road.....I get vertigo just walking up it now!
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| The point where Chris crashed |
Perfect setting for a glorious bike....it's now my screensaver!
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