As expected, we skipped the pickleball and gave other forms of boat based exercise a wide berth. Opted for a quick scamper up 4 flights of stairs for brekky. Swift bacon sanga and coffee, then back down the 4 flights of stairs to collect passports and camelback in case there is a lack of fluids on the island. Bollocks! Empty! Back up to the galley on level 15 to fill the bugger up with ice and chilled water before the dizzying decent to level 4 and dry land. Old town first. Took a gentle hike up to the top of this ancient fortress and a mooch around a few shops. Eventually popped out of an impressive looking portcullis and drawbridge combination at the bottom. Someone should let the powers-that-be here know that there is an unguarded path round the back!Headed off to an information booth to discuss my findings, grab a map and ask the helpful chap where the best bars were. He happily scribbled on our new map before Jax asks about ‘noisy’ bars. Disturbingly, the pen shifts well away from the old town to Platja den Bossa, a good half hour or so away by bus. Need to be safely back on board by 5.30, so hopped into a cab and asked the cabbie to put his foot down. Carlos Sainz’s older brother willingly obliged and took the checkered flag in record time.We wandered into a rather posh beach club full of Aperol Spritz slurpers, sun bakers and large bellied sorts. The only tunes here were whinging children begging for chips, burgers and fizzy beverages. Might give this one a pass and take a wander down the beach. The sounds of doof doof soon get clearer as we take refuge in the Hard Rock Beach Bar. A couple of thirst quenchers later we can see our boat in the distance so decide on a bit of a pub crawl.After a few fluid/food stops, we somehow got back to the boat inside the curfew before joining our newest Aussie chums for karaoke. A couple of hours and wines later, there is a little knock on the door and a staff member politely inviting us to fu(k off. OK, dinner it is then. The two of us had a booking at the posh Italian joint, so we thought we’d try our luck getting all four of us in. The smartly dressed maître d didn’t seem very happy to see us, but quietly shuffled us off into a corner somewhere before we sent him packing with the latest wine order. Not sure what we had for dinner but we woke up with $37 left on our pre paid bar tab. Probably not a bad thing.Last trek up the stairs for brekky, then a sad farewell to this awesome vessel and hello Barcelona……
