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Taking a trip through Unspoilt Mallorca

What’s the first thing that springs to mind when someone mentions Mallorca?

Could it be high-rise hotels and packed beaches teeming with sun burned Brits. Stag and hen week parties? Noisy techno dance music playing in nightclubs, pubs serving Tetley bitter and drunken hoards of youngsters staggering from one to the other?

Certainly Magaluf and some other Mallorcan resorts fit this stereotype. But most of Mallorca is unspoilt, beautiful, quiet and magnificent. You can find deserted beaches at the end of windy roads, hidden restaurants serving real Spanish tapas, and scenery that is breathtaking.

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Port de Soller seen from the mountains

As I travelled to Mallorca this year I saw some of the the Magaluf crowd. Sharing the Jet2 flight with us was a gang of guys all sporting “Fat Grant’s Stag” T-shirts, individualised on the back with their nick names. “Chopper” was the loud one constantly out of his aeroplane seat and tormenting his fellow passengers and crew. “Murdo” was the good-looking one trying unsuccessfully to flirt with the cabin crew. “Fat Grant” himself sat quietly in the back row. Was he already regretting the drunken blur that was about to begin?

Fortunately Fat Grant’s crew were whisked away by bus into the concrete jungles west of Palma whilst we drove north through orange groves towards Pollenca. Here the countryside is quiet save for the sounds of dogs barking, birds singing and donkeys braying. Sometimes the sound of a strimmer or a power saw tries to ruin the peace but rarely succeeds.

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Beach at Port de Pollenca

The foothills of the stunning Tramontana mountains frame the Pollenca countryside . Villas here all have private pools, outdoor barbecues, palm trees and flowers of all colours. The busy but very pretty Puerto De Pollenca is five minutes drive away. Close enough for when you run out of food and beer or fancy a meal in a restaurant, but far enough away to convince you that you live in your own private paradise.

When night falls there is no light pollution. Lie back and watch the stars light up across the sky. Look for shooting stars. You might miss some of them. Those you do see are like fireworks burning across the blackness.

This is unspoilt Mallorca. And there’s so much of it to see.

We took a trip to Soller, a quaint Spanish village nestling in a hollow valley surrounded by towering mountains studded with green pine trees. The drive to this oasis is both scary and beautiful. Perhaps only the Grand Canyon can beat the slopes around Soller for sheer breathtaking magnificence.

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The Soller Trams

Sit in the main square in Soller and have a glass of fresh orange juice and watch the tram clank by on its way down to the port. Soller is one of the smallest towns in the world with a tram system. They built it in 1913. It’s still a popular form of transport and now a tourist attraction in its own right. Have tea at the five-star Gran Hotel Soller or pop into the cake shop next door and sample one of their multi-coloured macaroons.

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Port de Soller

Four kilometres at the other end of the tram’s route is the Port De Soller a huge horse shoe bay of sand, yachts, restaurants, bars and hotels. We really are a million miles away from the plastic pubs and pounding base riffs of Magaluf. I wonder whether Fat Grant is enjoying his hangover.

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Sunny Spanish Streets

In the centre of Mallorca is Inca, one of the bigger towns. Thursday is market day and every street boasts a line of stalls and tables. Fresh fruit, green vegetables, meat, fish even live chickens and ducks, sit side by side with clothes, leather goods and household utensils. It’s like a department store on the streets. You have to haggle and obviously sift through some tourist tat, but you can find bargains in this maze of narrow streets.

Back to the Pollenca countryside for a few more days of good food and great wine.

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Pollenca Countryside

When someone mentions Mallorca to me I think of these sun-baked days in the Pollenca countryside, the cafe culture of Soller and the market at Inca rather the concrete sun soaked replica of Blackpool where Fat Grant drunkenly celebrated his last days as a single man.

Your turn: What are your favourite hidden gems in unspoilt Mallorca? Please post your links or comments below and share your experiences.

20th anniversary – photos of Edinburgh through the lens of an iPhone 4S

I only just realised that I have lived in Edinburgh for almost exactly 20 years. Although I have travelled all over the world and visited some great places, I always love coming home to this unique vibrant city that feels like a town.

Here are some photos of Edinburgh to celebrate my 20th Anniversary.

Every year at Christmas the city turn Princes Street gardens into “Winter Wonderland”. Here you will see a fairground, German market, stalls and bars. It’s a great place to wrap up warm as the sun goes down and your breath fogs the air in front of you.

Edinburgh has great beaches. You might want to stroll along the promenade you try kite surfing in the rough waters of the Firth of Forth.

The castle towers above the city like a sentinel. After 20 years in the city I still often dive for cover when they fire the cannon every day at one o’clock.

Princes Street is the main thoroughfare, framed by shops on one side and the gardens on the other. The Scott Monument creates a breathtaking focal point for photographers.

Arthur’s seat is a mountain in the middle of the city. From certain angles you cannot see the buildings of Edinburgh at all. It feels as if you are deep within the rugged countryside of the highlands.

You should never miss a train in Edinburgh. They set the clock on the Balmoral Hotel tower several minutes fast. You might find yourself rushing but you will always make it as a result.

The tram workings have blighted the city for over 5 years but we are finally getting there. St. Andrew Square looks very pretty again now that the diggers and drills have moved on.

Edinburgh is an connected series of smaller villages. Visit Portobello, Musselburgh, Granton and experience different textures of Edinburgh life.

Your turn: I’d love to see some of your pictures of Edinburgh. What is your favourite view, or street, monument or building. Please leave a comment here or post a link to your own photos.

The First British Airways Airbus A380 Take Off Video

Continuing my occasional look at the building of the first British Airways Airbus A380, we are getting close to delivery day. It’s been interesting to see this huge aircraft’s construction over the last year.

And now here the first British Airways Airbus A380 take off video.

I still don’t think that the A380 has the grace of the Boeing 747 Jumbo – but it is undoubtedly a magnificent site to see it soaring up into the sky. Or should that be “lumbering”?

Your turn: Have you flown in an A380? I’d love to hear your stories and experiences. Please leave a comment below or post a link to your own blog.

Annoying inflexibility at Manchester Airport Security

In was travelling back to Edinburgh from Manchester recently and it took me nearly 40 minutes to clear Manchester Airport security.

Why?

Not because the queues were long but because my trays of stuff got chosen for an extra search.

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photo credit: Lars Plougmann via photopin cc

You know what happens. As the tray clears the X-Ray, the machine shoves it into a separate channel and delivers it to a security man who has a whole box of tricks containing swabbing equipment and metal detectors.

I had two trays. One for my bag and one for my jacket, ipad and toiletries (all wrapped up in the obligatory clear plastic bag).

The machine selected my first tray selected at random. So the security guy had to search through a few days worth of worn and smelly clothes, and swab everything in my bag. Once done he then put it through the X-Ray again.

My second tray also got selected. This was because the machine didn’t like the shape of my deodorant container (though it was still less than 100ml). The same security guard then swabbed my jacket and toiletries and as before took my second tray and put it through the X-Ray again.

Then the machine mercilessly selected my second tray for a random search.

The same security guard collected it and went once more for his swabs. I said, “Surely you don’t have to swab it again you just did so five minutes ago?” But no. He has to do what the machine says. So he swabs my jacket, ipad and toiletries for a second time and then back through the X-Ray for a third time. I held my breath. Thankfully the tray made it through without being selected again.

I’m not saying that we don’t need airport security, but it seems to me that there should be an allowance for common sense. I had a laugh with the security man about this, but surely it would make sense to give him the flexibility to over-rule a clearly stupid decision by the machine.

Airports offer a grim enough experience as it is. Wouldn’t it be good if they tried to make the security process more sensible? At the moment they overlook common sense in favour of covering the Government’s backside resulting in stupid scenarios like I experienced above.

Your turn: Have you recently experienced Manchester Airport Security? Or any other airport security for that matter. Have you complained? I’d like to hear your stories. Please leave a comment by clicking on “Leave a Reply.”