The Cougar Patrol

Ok, I really have little to say about Mallorca. A small island in the Baleriac archipelago off of Spain, it is often overlooked in favor of its more famous neighbor, Ibiza. That’s not to say that Mallorca isn’t a nice place though. I imagine if you lived in London, Mallorca would be your equivalent to, say, Puerto Rico; A nice sunny place, relatively friendly with little to really distinguish itself historically. The beaches however, were incredible. The water was clear down to 15-20 feet, despite us ending up at what is technically the “dirty” tourist beach. We took a bus tour around the city, which was notable if only for the fact that I was so absolutely hungover and destroyed that I could not function. Hence all shots of the bus ride are relatively shaky (due to hangover) and have very little value in a story. Or maybe it’s just the fact hat there wasn’t really that much to see. Granted we didn’t actually get to see the really cool stuff (like the Blue Grotto) but it was a fun day. Why? Well, since Continental Europeans are lucky enough to have not had to deal with such pesky little things as puritanical values, the beaches are casually topless. And how! It's safe to say that I would NOT mind living on a beach in Europe after having observed female Swedes au naturel under a bright warm sun. No, I don’t have any pictures of that, you perv. What I do have a single picture of is me trying my damnedest to windsurf. Not easy. Anyhoo, a few shots of the area.

This is the big gothic cathedral in downtown Palma de Mallorca. It’s a pretty sight, I must say. The architecture is very nice.



Here’s the boardwalk by the beach. We had a nice lunch there, then it was time for some swimming.



The beach itself, nice and big.



Reporting for duty, Colonel…



Yes, that’s me on the green wind surfboard. Look, I’m standing up! Giggity.




And so, with that ends our trip…



…or so I thought. The next day would see us stuck in the Barcelona airport for 6 hours, as we watched riot police storming the baggage handling area to break up a strike.



Did I mention we missed our flight to NYC from Amsterdam? By 3 hours? Yeah, that sucked. But hey, I got to see Holland. Or at least, a field of grass in Holland. And the airport. But that was about it.




We did however, get first class all the way home, which was very nice.



Final stats for this trip:

X - [REDACTED]

1 - girl jumping overboard
(resulting in)
1 - 90 minute conversation with the Italian Polizia

8 - Consecutive nights out on the cheap.

5 - countries that I've visited (bringing the total to 9)

1 - GB worth of pictures I took, of which the only usable ones really are the ones on here.

Peace out for now.