Where's The Foam?
01 May 2014 | San Antonio, Ibiza (CanGat Bar actually)

Where's The Foam?
Made it to Ibiza, via Cartagena and Altea and now at anchor in San Vincente on the north end of the island.
The passage over was a decent sail. Six to seven knots in the sunshine. What's not to like!
There's a F8 forecast for tonight so we are tucked into a small bay with miles of chain out along with our 25lb "angel".
If it blows through by early morning we will make a run for Majorca. If not, we will sit in the sun here and go on Saturday when the forecast is a bit better.
Yesterday in San Antonio, foam party capital of the Balearics we found it pleasantly quiet. The Rough Guide refers to the place as Hooliganista or such like. However, it seems like the yobs and hooligans have yet to book their summer holidays as we found it quite quiet. No doubt in a few weeks they'll be queuing at Luton eager to get to "St Ant", the pole dancing clubs, bars and tattoo parlours.
Not many locals left. I think they moved in land years ago. Or maybe Luton?
Where we are is a bit more sophisticated. Mostly German tourists enjoying the sun and sangria. Most burnt to a crisp! There just a few hotels on the beach, a small prom and that's it. What you do on day two is beyond me.
So, off to the Palma boat show as soon as the winds clear. Huw is going to buy a new hat. Hopefully so will. Pat.