Looking into Cala Binarras
It was actually more peaceful anchored in busy San Antonio than when we spent the night anchored in Cala Binirras. Two charter boats squeezed in next to us, one forward, one behind, too far away for us to ask them to move (although if the wind had picked up it might have been different) but near enough for us to hear their partying which was annoying as their music was rubbish! We watched a different charter boat try to anchor with their anchor already covered in weed and surprise surprise, they dragged; another cut through the long rope tying their dinghy on as it was so long it sank under their prop.
The wind was strange on the trip from San Antonio. Every forecast was for SE winds F3. However, the wind was on the nose and a F6 for a while and we were travelling north. As we turned into the cala the wind was now from the forecast direction. We can only guess it was curling around the cliffs of northwest Ibiza.
We had tried to anchor in cala Salada on the way here but it was just too small and crowded for us to find a suitable spot that wasn't in deep water so we headed on northwards.
Kind of looks like Queen Victoria on her throne
Cala Binirras is narrow with deep water running quite close in and swimming buoys closing off the end. We anchored in 10m of water at the back of the other boats. There is a rock by the entrance that looks like an elderly Queen Victoria sitting on her throne from certain angles. There was a beach cafe ashore and beds and umbrellas ranked along the beach; at sunset some drumming started up and a fleet of kayaks stopped by us to watch the sun go down. The cloud cleared and they clapped as the last red sliver disappeared.