During the night I woke up to a smell of fire and assumed the locals were having a bonfire on the beach. In the morning when I walked out on deck and saw all the soot and ash I immediately understood it was no bonfire. Thirty minutes later a squadron of fire fighting planes flew over in route to what we learned later was a very large forest fire on the South end of Mallorca.
There are many lovely anchorages around Mallorca and we spent a couple days before arriving to Palma as Karolina had to leave us. We did spend some time walking around the old town of Palma which is a lovely city.
We stayed at Club de Mar. Lot´s of really big boats was moored here. Lady Moura a 105 m yacht not so long ago on the top ten list for largest private own yachts. But today “only” on 25 or so.
Going up the Northwest coast of Mallorca is absolutely beautiful and we spent a couple nights in Soller, which is the only harbor of refuge along the 50nm of the coastline. We took the ancient tram from the harbor to the main village of Soller (the name derived from the Arabic Sulliar, which means Golden Valley). The village is surrounded by orange and lemon trees so a glass of fresh orange juice is highly recommended. The temperature when we arrived read 40c. No wonder I was feeling a bit faint. I could not comprehend how the local villagers were dancing in the square in that heat.
Our last anchorage was just 1.6nm west of Cabo de Formentor in Cala Figuera. A deep but exposed bay that is surrounded by rocky cliffs with a small rock and sand beach at the head. The winds allowed us to stay the night and it was one of our favorites.