Last night we again checked the weather forecast for the region, the logic being that we would try the ride out to the Tramuntana mountains and the Sa Calobra climb on the cooler of the two riding days remaining here on Majorca. Marginally, Monday offered the better option, so today we made do with a gentle loop.
Out again into those deceptively twisty lanes in the triangle defined by the three towns of Puerto Pollença, Pollença & Alcudia. And yes, we yet again emerged onto a major road we weren't really anticipating. No matter, it was Sunday; very little about. Thence into the see-and-be-seen square for vanilla milk shake (A) and café olé (oh, all right, au lait, if you must) for F.
In previous years I have started the ride along the promontory to the NE of Alcudia, but never stuck it out to the end. Off we set, and, after many switchbacks, we didn't get to the end this time either; the last two miles or so constitute a militarised zone, and there is a tunnel completely blocked off by a no-nonsense steel gate. We got the message and decided to simply call it a day there and then, except that we had to first ride back over those switchbacks, through Alcudia and to base.
Meal tonight was at that same neighbouring hotel; the quality last night had been as impressive as it had been unexpected. F repeated the serrano-wrapped chicken, whereas A went for Iberian pork cheek. Huge, as seems to be the theme here. No breakfast will be necessary tomorrow.
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