The journey has begun

The journey has begun

July, 27th 28th, 2014 The journey has begun. On the first day, as always, brings a little ‘excitement and apprehension. Departure at 9:20 from Cala Gamba, a small port with Llauts. The president of the club, Pere, with us and  come on board Mercè,  the wife of David, his two little daughters and Eulalia Valldosera, an artist who I love so much and kindly accepted to be with us. For a while they will row with us. Then they leave us alone and we start in total absence of wind. The Nova Catalina sail a lot better without engine and propeller. The hydrodynamic flow is clean now. Then starts the usual Embat, the breeze from the sea, and right on the nose. We tack  at  2/3 nodes on average. We have hours of upwind pleasant navigation. The waves are increasing but still very low. The cathedral of Palma seems to always be there Follow us, out of our field of vision, the Nautiluca owned by Mika Noguera, the president of the GOB, our primary partner We pass Cap de Cala Figuera. The coast is sheer sandstone cliffs with seemingly wild so beautiful. After El Toro began limestone cliffs and wonderful they are indeed. Begin also strange concrete formations rather bizarre. They are the surrealist visions of the damage created by speculation. In Mallorca, it seems, there are more corrupt and thieves among politicians and business people than in any other part of the world. Indeed, from all over the world they come here. I think that even clap Italy. Just along this stretch of coast to lose confidence in the local humans, so-called sapiens. Accustomed to abuse Italians I thought to have a strong stomach. I was wrong. Portal Nous, Calvià, Magaluf (almost sublime in its ugliness) Port Adriano, the most atrocious monument to futility and horror building marine ever seen, with a marine bunker-pretentious and tacky, and the icing on the cake, Santa Ponsa, where reality surpasses all the most terrible nightmare. MoloSantaPonça Block of nonsense, 8, 10 floors of the sea and cliffs.. Does a man really dream about that? I mean to buy or just live in those tacky things?? The only lucky, so to speak, are those who live in these monsters. You do not see them. But, to tell the truth, they see others. But how can you build so badly, and buying so bad. We enter finally, after 8 hours, rowing and sailing in the bay of Santa Ponsa after 29 miles of beauty, hallucinations alternating with cement. The water is transparent. We go rowing in a small cove where once the fishermen kept their boats. Now there are big and small tupperwares. These things,  ridiculous things, that help the very survival of the seven sisters. The place is not a place, is a non-place like the antropologist Marc Autget call them. A Thematic park for people who have worked hard to buy a dream, maybe well misunderstood. And now he is unhappy. He sees and feels that without knowing the why. Abandoned houses at 50 weeks of useless and expensive vacuum for two weeks of vacation, and quite pollutant. The fjord is beautiful and despite these boxes ugly nature around is beautiful and rich. Especially pines. David is a great travel companion and maneuver with his wisdom el Nova Catalina. We sleep sweetly thanks to the hospitality  granted by the local sailing club. David in the boat  and me under a pine tree and on the cement pier with beautiful rocks to protect me. toSleepSantaPonca6:30 Wake up and looking for a bar. We cannot find any open bathroom, and no exit. In order to find a bar where everything is made ​​of plastic we have to walk across a ghost city. Even the bartender seems made of plastic. Not a smile in all those we meet and greet. Back to the boat:  we start rowing and immediately  the “terral”, the wind from the land, it helps. Just outside the bay gets a nice southwest and fly gently towards Andratx. Steep cliffs made of  white and jellow limestone. Very beautiful and impressive. At least 200 meters in Cap de Lamps. At the Cape of Andratx the lighthouse is embedded in some houses. They could take it off because the light they give it directly now. Ridiculous and dangerous. I think about how miserable life can be in the abuse of power. I think about how much expensive ass licking to get a building permit, I think about how the culture of learning, a respectful life has been regularly flooded with dung from these corrupt and corrupting. Ridiculous. PortAndratxWe enter the bay of Andratx, a masterpiece of nature scarred by scrawls building. The beauty loves to hide and yet you hardly see the old stone houses that some true gentleman defended. They are very rare here. I do not go over so as not to bore you. We moor in the harbor, beautiful and alive. Many boats and still few real boats. Among those Sybille, a wooden cutter built 1911 that a nice French gentleman,  who organizes Les Voilée de Saint Tropez, has lovely restored. Even a beautiful yawl northern Europe with the English crew that makes charter. We are happy and relaxed today. Only seven miles traveled. In two hours. We are here for two days. Tomorrow comes bad weather and we are small, too small for the big Sierra de Tramuntana Coast. A hug, Giacomo