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We hit the road hopeful that the next stop on the map - Calla Picafort would be a better bet. This resort on the Northern tip turned out to be a never-ending stretch of huge concrete hotels, beach-shops selling inflatable crocodiles, overpriced sun lotion (could this explain the third degree burns I was seeing all around me or was it just a fashion secret I hadn't been let in on?) and the usual beach paraphernalia. The plethora of neon signs advertising chips, Chinese and clubs with the stiffling heat as we sat stuck in traffic almost drove me to tears. How depressing. As I stared at the long line of cars, the crowds milling down the sidewalks and the fast food joints, I was afforded a peak at what it was all these people came here for. There, behind the buildings, the people and in a tiny gap of space I saw a beautiful beach of white sand and clear water. We didn't have the courage to stop and investigate. I'm sure the beaches were as exploited as the rest of the resort.Why cause even more heartache? Suffice to say that the fabulous beaches and waters have attracted so many that it's now quite repulsive.
If you are exploring by car, the roads are very good - it seems the island has been regularly re-tarmac-ed but the signs and other drivers are sometimes lacking. The general impression was one of a cheap and tacky destination but we failed to squeeze in the third part of the island in our weekend trip - perhaps all the beautiful places are there? There must be a good reason for rock royalty and celebrities alike to buy homes on that side of the island. Surely Michael Douglas and Catherine Zeta Jones can't have it wrong either? Or Claudia Schiffer?
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