Almost As Hot as Home

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After last year's enjoyable but foggy and bracing summer holiday we decided we needed some sunshine this year so booked a last minute Ballearics beach holiday. Great timing on our part that this coincided with a bit of a heatwave back home.

Being last minute, we were left a bit short on choice but, never having been to Majorca before, ended up in Alcudia in the north east of the island, in a huge hotel complex full of fast food and sugared up kids and sunbed harvesting grown ups. Luckily there's a gorgeous beach ten minutes walk (or thirty minutes on the tourist tractor/train) that wasn't quite near as manic so we headed down there to soak up some of the sun and swim in the eggy smelling Med. After it got a bit too hot for our (my) tender northern European constitution we headed back for a go on some rides in the water park and a bit of a siesta.

Lots of San Miguel and Sangria to rehydrate after the sun went down, served in classy plastic cups in a packed to the gunnels bar area. Forewent the hotel's laid on entertainment for some cards with Samantha and Euan instead, not because we didn't fancy the Queen tribute band (OK, we didn't) but more because the place was so jam-packed the smell of after sun and cigarettes (you forget what cigarette puffing drinking sessions are like until you're in a country that still allows it) wasn't going down well with the San Miguel and Sangria.