Ibiza
None too early the next morning we slipped our mooring and ambled up the eastern coast of Ibiza, passing by the city of Ibiza itself before eventually anchoring under the cliffs of the Cala Castellar.
Somewhere along the east coast of Ibiza.
Here we ‘enjoyed’ a rather rolly night with a couple of other boats under the inattentive eyes of the patrons of the apparently very ritzy restaurant that occupies the slopes at the head of the bay.
View towards Cabo Roig and Isla Tagomao, on the east coast.
Northern Ibiza
The next day, after a quick refueling and grocery stop in Santa Eulalia del Río, we headed up and around the high cliffs and steep slopes that make up Ibiza’s eastern coast and, rounding a couple of rather dramatic capes, made our way into the busy little bay on the eastern side of Cabo Blanco, near Ibiza’s north eastern tip.
Ruined lighthouse on Punta Grosa.
Just the perfect place to build your multi-million dollar getaway home, on an active scree slope.
Here we anchored maybe 50m from shore, under an imposing and clearly unstable cliff. A gorgeous spot with clear blue water that was, finally, warm enough for one of the crew to don her bikini and hop in. Happy days!
Finally! Warm water. Someone’s happy.
Posh neighbours
A handful of other boats were anchored with us in the bay, ranging from runabouts to a charter yacht that would set you back a mere €90,000 per week to charter (according to the web).
Faro del Moscarter, on the most northern point of Ibiza.
Its passengers consisted of five young blokes and three young women who played on the water toys, listened to dance music, and generally seemed to eat and laze around in what seemed like an appropriately decadent fashion for that type of boat.
Scopoli’s shearwater (Calonectris diomedea)
Meanwhile a half dozen or so crew members scurried around serving this, cleaning that and fetching errant guests who had somehow got themselves stuck on some toy too far from the boat.
The northern coastline of Ibiza was, unexpectedly, quite spectacular.
Meanwhile on Yuma
We, on the other hand, were somewhat more mundane. Our water toys lacked motors and there were no ‘staff’ to fetch us when we got it wrong.
Yuma’s crew didn’t suffer too much at this anchorage.
Despite all this hardship, we can report that the snorkelling and swimming was very pleasant indeed and though we had to cater for ourselves, with no assistance from staff, we didn’t suffer too horribly.
