Advantages Gastronomy, Catalan Culture, charming villages, quiet sophistication
Disadvantages over-abundance of english chavs in their Guantanamo-style enclaves
Mallorca: The road to the mountains.Late last year (September 2005), my intrepid wife and I planned and executed a 3-Centre holiday in Mallorca: a favourite holiday destination of ours, despite my obvious intelligence, style and savoir-faire, and Mallorca's reputation as a Chavvite Centre of Self-Indulgence. Mallorca has something of an image problem even now, I believe, because of places like Magaluf and Palma Nova, Port d'Alcudia, etc., but happily our experience is that the people who tend to go for places like this lack the imagination, intelligence, or the energy even to leave these pitiful & squalid 'resorts', there being little in the way of all-day-English breakfasts, Sky TV, vinyl beach-toys, discos, Aqua-Parks and Carlsberg in the Catalan towns and villages outside those areas to attract them. Good. That leaves the rest of Mallorca for us cognoscenti. Or Illuminati, or both. So, if you don't like the tone of this review so far, don't read on, I implore you.
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Sounded pretty well balanced to me to me, and with my wife organising every aspect of it through the Net, I didn't have to do anything except drive a hire-car, eat, walk, lie down, look at things, eat something else, and drink when I got there. Not necessarily in that order.We managed to bag Jet2 flights, well in advance, from Leeds-Bradford aerodrome (sorry, Airport) at ludicrously low prices, by booking outward seats on a Tuesday flight, returning on a Wednesday flight: midweek flights are always cheaper. As my wife works for MyTravel, she knows how to watch particular flight prices rise and fall on the websites according to demand over several weeks, instantly banging in a booking when she gauges that it's hit almost rock-bottom, kinda ebay style, only in reverse. She enjoys that sort of thing, for some perverse reason, and sits for hours at the pc doing this, saving me valuable holiday-drinking-money, but denying me my completely legitimate & harmless habit of surfing 'educational' websites and lurking around in dubious chat rooms.
As over quite a few years we had holidayed in various locations around Mallorca, apart from the North-East of the island, she chose Puerto Pollensa, as we hadn't been there before & it has a reputation of being relatively unspoilt, and not at all like Puerto d'Alcudia, which is a nearby reservation for the tattoo-and-beergut brigade, from which few could emerge sane. Assuming that anyone sane would stay there in the first place. And, by the way, mine is a food-and-wine gut, and I'm scrupulously tattoo-free, as far as I'm aware, despite there being ample places on me to tattoo.We chose the hillside village of Deia as our 'mountain' experience, as it looked beautiful, set as it is in the Tramuntana range, near Soller, and has been the haunt of a wide variety of classy English and foreign artists, writers, poets and drunkards for nearly 200 years, so I thought I'd join them, being all of these except foreign.
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