Mallorca – The End Already (5/5)

Sunday’s breakfast buffet bonanza involved small cakes, sliced hotdogs with onions and a panpipes version of I can’t live, if living is without you.

Sturdily set up with breakfast stodge, and with only half a day left on the island, we needed to make the most of it and rushed down to the beach.

Kite surfers took advantage of the strong breeze and sticky sea air. Admiring the turquoise waters and blue skies, we ran straight in… and straight out again. Cold, cold water.

I don’t know why this still and solitary bathing man wasn’t a warning to us.

Jane bought a gazillion bizarre and random gifts for her son. If you’ve been looking for a fridge magnet in the shape of an electric guitar and with The Scorpions band logo on it, to celebrate their 50th anniversary, you need to head to Mallorca – they’re all there! (Click the link, you know you want to!)

We headed back to hotel to grab our bags, say goodbye, and have one last quick drink on the terrace.

Somebody had put a Lion bar in the swimming pool.