Palma

After an afternoon in Valencia walking the streets, drinking in the square and enjoying some Paella we got on an overnight boat over to Majorca Island off the eastern Spanish coast. This was not the most pleasant of transports we had experienced. On these large ships you can choose a room or just a standard bus style seat. Unfortunately these seats that we booked didn't recline and it was a crap nights sleep. A bit dazed, we jumped in a cab and fell into the nice hotel I had booked for our stay. The hotel overlooked the city bay, full of expensive boats lining the waterside and up to the expressive castle in the city centre. We walked the city in the arvo before dinner back at the hotel. Palma is actually quite a large city and the island itself is also rather extensive. We were woken by a knock at the door and Rhi enjoyed her birthday breakfast in bed.

 We then went and rented a little car and headed 60km's out of town along the coast passed Rafa Nadal's home town and to one of the more well known beaches. We spent the day soaking up the sun, beautiful clear blue water and boobs! This was our first real European beach experience. Lets just say they (being people of both sex and all ages) don't favour bathers so much. After a shower back at the hotel we headed into town looking for a birthday feast. We found a very cool place called 'Taste' (I think its a chain so look out for it if your in Spain). This is your tapas set up with a very long yummy menu. We over-ordered and pigged out as much as our recovering stomachs would allow. The next day we lazed by the pool and checked out the local retail offerings.