Well, I had a very relaxing week in Menorca (Calla N Blanes). I don't know why, but for years I've always wanted to go, but instead I've seen the Soddom that is San Antonio (Ibiza) and the Gomorrah that is Malia in Crete. Don't get me wrong, I loved Ibiza and Crete, but I always wanted to go to Menorca. Well, I went, and I wasn't dissapointed.
The island is quiet. It's not riddled with nightclubs. The people who go there appeared to be young families, and older people. Not the usual clubbing crowd. The roads are pretty quiet. I've never driven on the right, but if I was going to, this would be the perfect place to get the hang of it.
And the cycling provision, OMG! Cycle lanes everywhere, and they're alongside but SEPERATED from the traffic. Someone really thought about cyclists safety when they put the lanes in.
We were staying about 2.5kms from the old capital of Cuitadella, so we had a choice of jump a bus in, or walk along a waymarked coastal route to get there. Once there, we could wander the narrow medieval streets of the old town, go to the market (Saturday), or catch a bus into Mahon (Mao in Catalan) and wander the streets of the new capital. There was also a market there as well, and more narrow medieval streets - Mahon used to be a walled city, but isn't any more. Down one of the wee streets, you can see the last remaining part of the city wall, and pass through the gate.
If you want a relaxing chilled out holiday, I cannot recommend Menorca enough. If I go back, I would be seriously tempted to hire a bike for the duration of my stay.
My reading material of late has not been my usual sf fare. While I was away, I read Himalaya by Michael Palin, and Into the Wild by Jon Krakauer. This non-sf theme has carried on since I got back, as I'm currently reading Wake Up by Jack Kerouac, about the life of Siddharatha Gautama.
And that, is the state of play at the moment.
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