0 Comments | Western Mail (Cardiff, Wales), March 6, 2010
WE weaved our way through narrow medieval streets, past a children’s birthday party spilling out into the alleyway outside a small cafe in the old part of the Spanish town of Pollensa.
As the birthday girl was given a cake and relations toasted her with Rioja, we made our way to the town square, where young and old mixed in a clutch of open-air bars.
In Pollensa, you can feel the ambience of old Majorca, where Spanish is spoken, and locals enjoy balmy evenings with a glass of wine and tapas.
As we watched the world go by, ordering the speciality of pa amb oli – local bread, garlic, olive oil and tomatoes, sometimes topped with serrano ham or cheese – we could appreciate the true beauty of the island of Majorca and its people.
Pollensa, with its cobbled streets, austere buildings, sun-baked walls and faded wooden shutters, could be anywhere in Spain and a million miles away from the tourist trails of this famous Balearic island.
Situated in the north of the island and around a 15-minute bus ride from the eponymous port, the town dates from the 13th century after the Spanish conquest in 1229 – although it was originally founded by the Romans – and offers a welcoming feeling of history peppered with up-market souvenir and trinket shops.
Pollensa was built a few miles inland to avoid pirate attacks, the most famous of which, the Fiesta de los Moros y Cristianos, the battle between the Moors and Christians, is re-enacted every year on August 2, with parades, concerts and general merrymaking leading up to a battle when streets heave with mock guns, swords and cutlasses.
We didn’t climb the 365 steps up the hill to the town’s landmark Calvari chapel that night – too many tapas and one too many glasses of vino tinto put paid to that – but we would do that another day, when we could repent of our sins for the previous year.
The largest of the Balearic islands, once a haven for all-night parties, lager louts and sangria sisters, Majorca has reinvented itself in the last decade. The locals prefer calling the island Mallorca, as they sense ‘Majorca’ has connotations of pink flesh and grey concrete.
It is a magnet for A-list celebs, too. Antonio Banderas and Claudia Schiffer favour this Balearic bolthole, while Hollywood couple Catherine Zeta-Jones and Michael Douglas have a luxurious villa on the hilltops outside Deia, to the west.
While the east of the island has been tamed with its calm seas, sandy beaches and plethora of resorts, the north west remains wilder and more untamed with an unforgiving coastline, choppier seas and pebble beaches.
Quieter coastal spots in the north attract millionaires, with luxury homes carved into rocks overlooking the sea and sunseekers moored in exclusive harbours of Puerto Pollensa and Port d’Andratx.
It’s a strange blend: Rich and famous living next door to high-rise hotels surviving from the 50s and 60s.
Puerto Pollensa, in the north, is perfect for families who like a quieter resort, with a wide, sandy beach, safe swimming and sailing and windsurfing for action fans.
Pollensa is commercial – there are English bars, fish and chip shops, and English-speaking staff – but it has a relaxed atmosphere and seriously expensive yachts in the harbour of the resort, and has pricier restaurants and shops.
Away from the highly commercial east coast, where Alcudia has everything from tattoo clinics to a Burger King, we found peace on the rugged northern end of the island at Formentor, where we laid towels out in comfort without being shoulder to shoulder with other holidaymakers.
Another day we explored the pretty coastal town of Cala de Sant Vicenc, with its rugged coast and crashing waves, but couldn’t swim because so many jellyfish had been washed in.
Pretty resorts on the east coast retain their Spanish feel. We drove to Porto Cristo, which has a small beach and an impressive harbour.
The town still feels like old Spain with narrow streets leading from the beach. Lunch was sardinas a la plancha in a cool, inviting little tapas bar run, ironically, by an Englishman who arrived six years ago and was too enchanted to go home.
Some Majorcan restaurants charge London prices, but you can find bargains at markets selling leather goods, olive wood utensils and famous local pottery, or when you visit a pearl factory. At the Wednesday market in Puerto Pollensa, I was invited to try delicious tiny plums by a friendly stallholder who claimed they were the best on the island. I also bought juicy peaches, melons, serrano ham and local cheese for a fair price.
Olives stuffed with everything from garlic and peppers to acidic cornichons were expensive but too good to resist.
On a tour of the island we realised why the BBC Two show Top Gear loves filming there. We went round enough hairpin bends to keep even Jeremy Clarkson quiet on the descent into Sa Calobra, a tiny cove at the bottom of sheer cliffs near Escorca in the south west. You can also catch a train from Palma to the market town of Soller in the heart of the Serra de Tramuntana mountains
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