We’ve made it. The flight is taking off, and we’re both in it. An achievement, considering we were still at home two hours before take-off, and had a 1h45 car ride to get to Stansted Airport. But Leo’s driving “skills”, and a bit of Ryanair delay allowed us to still make it on time to catch our flight to Ibiza for the long Easter weekend.
Yes, you read right. Leo and I went to Ibiza this Easter. Does the choice of destination comes as a surprise to you, considering what you’ve read in this blog? Don’t worry – it surprised pretty much everyone we knew. But let me tell you what you’ve probably already heard before, but never believed. There is A LOT MORE to Ibiza than the clubs. In fact, there was no clubs or bars open over Easter. Instead, we discovered an island possibilities for outdoors activities from cycling to hiking, paddle boarding or even kite surfing! All that in a backdrop of impressive cliffs, remote beaches, and picturesque olive groves. That is, if you are ready to go there off season, and brave the cold sea!
We spent the five days there in Portinax, in the north west of the Island, in an airbnb by the sea. The first day was pretty relaxing, and we chose to go to Es Portitxol, a beach only accessible by foot. We got slightly lost following the google map pin, and instead relied on the indication of a Spanish blog, which were more accurate. After a 20 minute walk down an easy path, we discover this secluded cove with dilapidated fishermen’s huts. Although there were a few people were already there, no one was in the water, and we had the sea to ourselves the whole afternoon.
The next day, we rented bikes from Kandani shop in Santa Eullaria, and followed Route 5, which took us beach hopping along the north eastern coast of the Island. The beaches were stunning, and except for a few locals tanning, we were the only one braving the cold and jumping in the water. A highlight of this section was Poux Des Lleo: the beach’s red rocks contrasted with the blue azure of the sea.
The Route 5 goes all the way to Aguillas Blancas, another worthwhile beach, before returning to Santa Eullaria through the mainland. The road back was picture-perfect: we cycled through olive groves, agricultural land, and pine trees, whilst crossing sleepy towns. The ride is 35 kilometres long in total, with some uphill slopes to give you a decent work out.
On Saturday, we didn’t manage to make it to Formentera, Ibiza’s sister Island, because of strong winds. We instead visited the Ibiza old town, which, emptied of its tourist, revealed all its charms. For lunch, we drove to Sant Josep de Sa Talaia, to go up to Sa Talaiassa, Ibiza’s highest point, at 475 metres. The trail head was relatively easy to find: we drove towards the church of Sant Josep in the village, and found signposts for the trail. The walk up is relatively short – 40 minutes at a leisurely pace. We then made our way back down, and drove to Plaja de Comte, another beach with impressive rock formations. Although the scenery is wild and breath-taking, this part of the coast is definitely a bit more developed. We sat on the sea, listening electronic music from the nearby restaurant.
Sunday morning, we met up with a group of travellers to go paddle boarding at Cala Xaracca, one of Ibiza’s top spot for it. The wind was still going strong, although it was much milder than the day before. German, from SUP Ibiza, took us to see a few caves, and later to some cliffs, where Leo had a blast climbing and jumping around. A yoga teacher form Andorra tried a few yoga moves on the paddle board, and started an impromptu class.
That night, Leo followed his gut feeling and discovered Ibiza’s most secluded beach – Ses Balandres – one so remote you have to climb down a cliff, with the help of a rope, to access it. The walk alongside the coast was magical, and the sunset from high above the cliffs and overlooking a few loose rocks out in the sea was priceless.
Leo particularly enjoyed his sunset dip in the sea while I waited for him on firm ground.
For our last day, we decided to go to Formentera, where we hired bikes and cycled in the Las Salinas reserve, a UNESCO world heritage where you can still see the old salt marshes. We first cycled to the tip of the island, a thin stretch of sand surrounded by seas on both sides. After a small siesta whilst watching others try out kite surfing, we cycled in the mainland, alongside Estany Pudent until Sant Francesco.
From there, we followed Google Map’s indications to Cala Saona, another beach. The ride google map chose was picturesque, along pine trees, agricultural terrain and small houses, almost straight out of a painting!
There, we went for one last swim – before starting our long journey back home: a ferry, a quick makeshift shower in a hidden corner of Ibiza town, one last glass of cava, a flight, and a final car ride to gloomy London.
Convinced by Ibiza yet?