Caves?

Today we woke to glorious sunshine, so decided to go hunting for some caves. Last time we were here we went to some which both us remembered clearly, and I was fairly certain were at Calescoves. So, we drove there, on the way saw a couple of red kites circling overhead. Very beautiful, so low we could see their markings, but they were very camera shy and flew off as soon as we stopped and got the cameras out. So we parked, walked for 30 minutes down a lovely track, through very lush, tropical vegetation, with the sea in the distance.




It was very hot, and we were both aware that we were walking downhill, which means the way back had to be up. I was also fairly certain I'd not been there before. So, eventually we got to the sea, which was beautiful. A lovely cove, with blue sea, and many caves in the rocks above. Stu put his hand on a rock, and the cicada sitting on it wasn't happy, so bit him.




We managed a quick paddle, and clambered over some rocks to look at the next bay, but these were definitely not the caves I thought we were going to. So, we walked back up the hill, accompanied by a small black cat who obviously thought we might have some food on us.

A quick search on google images on the iphone for "caves menorca" found a picture I recognized, and the caves I'd intended to go to were on the other side of the island. Not to worry, it had been a lovely walk. So, we drove further round the coast to Binnebeca Vell, described in the guidebook as an architectural curiosity, a village designed to look like a typical Menorcan fishing village. Very odd, looked like something you could film an episode of The Prisoner in, and it was shut!





Eventually we found a bar which was open in Punta Prima, but they had no food, so our lunch was:




The view was fantastic though, and I did have an ice cream as well! Back to the apartment, and we got a lift to a bar in the neighbouring village where we had a good meal and lost the pub quiz, a pleasant evening spoiled only my the amount of smoking going on. Thank goodness for the smoking ban in British pubs. Forgotten what it was like to have watering and stinging eyes and clothes that smell of stale smoke.