The drive to the Caves of Drach (or Cuevas del Drach) was filled with anticipation. While the five of us had agreed to assign one ‘group activity’ each over the week, we were all pretty negligent to take credit for the idea. In fact, I think everyone suggested the Caves of Drach in the first few days…
…but when something is heavily featured in basic travel guides, it screams tourist trap.
The Caves of Drach were an exquisite exception. Based near Porto Cristo in Manacar, the Dragon Caves (should we be talking literal translations) do welcome a mindblowing number of tourists, but you feel completely unaffected as soon as you enter the caves.
The four – the Black Cave, White Cave, Cave of Luis Salvador and Cave of the French – are joined together and reach depths of up to 25 metres. As you can see, they are also mesmerising – a complete envelopment of stalactites, stalagmites, and a wealth of natural history.
At the conclusion of the cave paths you are welcomed into a stone theatre to enjoy a brief classical music concert (loved by some, slept through by others) before taking a subterranean boat trip across Lake Martel.
Tourist ‘trap’ or not, I would have paid twice as much to even glimpse inside the Caves of Drach.
Welcome to Puerto Pollensa! Or, at least, the week in Puerto Pollensa that I just – begrudgingly – returned home from.
Though it was planned months in advance, this holiday kind of crept up on The Manfriend and I. Planned for his beautiful mother’s 50th birthday (which she happens to share with him!), it seemed like the blink of an eye between mountains of spreadsheets and client meetings to the sandy beaches of Mallorca.
Even our villa was a surprise. Though we were sold by a few grainy images of the private pool, the real-life beauty of the property beat all of our expectations. It was inherently Spanish in design, yet surrounded by luscious greenery, palm trees, and serene nothingness (…apart from a chicken farm, which proved to have a few hilarious escapees).
Spending our first evening on the lookout for some fresh seafood and a jug of Sangria (don’t worry, an all-inclusive Mallorca food blog is scheduled soon!), we returned to the port many times over the week. As far as tourist destinations go, it is relatively untouched by the Balearic buzz of island relatives (ie Magaluf). The perfect little excursion spot between new Mulberry handbags, surprise birthday cakes, sun, sea, and a whole lot of adventure.
But more on that later…