Tomorrow I will get on an airplane and fly to sunny Palma de Majorca. I am going back to pay my respects to a whole lot of dead brain cells I killed in that port in various port visits during my mis-spent youth. I have not been there since 1995.
Palma was my first ever Med port visit in 1981-and one of only four we got during the Voyage of the Damned that year. ( With Palma also being our last port visit of that God forsaken cruise).
It is also one where, a few years later, I went out with the officers of FGS Freiburg and ended up sleeping on their ship that night. I also learned the hard way the next morning-not to let them send you back to the carrier in their whale-boat. For some reason, carrier OOD's get more than a little upset with German Whale Boats showing up uninvited to the after brow. ( This a whole post in itself-but suffice it to say I had some explaining to do).
How I convinced the SO to go was simple. She had looked at Zurich's weather and worried it would be rainy there." Fine-you want sunshine?. I'll give you some sunshine "( and women sunbathing topless). And I bought a weekend package there.
Camera at the ready-pictures to follow. Tapas and paella on the menu to be sure. Daiquiri Palace anyone?