{"id":2186,"date":"2023-09-27T21:37:00","date_gmt":"2023-09-28T02:37:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/fursov.com\/wpblog\/?p=2186"},"modified":"2023-12-28T22:48:37","modified_gmt":"2023-12-29T03:48:37","slug":"ibiza-island","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/fursov.com\/wpblog\/en\/2023\/09\/27\/ibiza-island\/","title":{"rendered":"Ibiza Island"},"content":{"rendered":"\n

We find ourselves in the allure of Ibiza. Our anchor has settled near a diminutive beach for the moment, but post-lunch, perhaps even earlier, we shall navigate to the marina, drawing closer to the pulse of civilization. From this vantage point, we can embark on a bus journey to the city center, immersing ourselves in the labyrinthine streets. This sojourn becomes imperative as our upcoming passage looms, one of the most protracted, exacerbated by a crew now diminished by a third, the captain nursing an injury. The sea mirrors serenity and tranquility; may it retain this poise for the foreseeable future. Navigating on such a placid sea is sheer bliss \u2013 an absence of undulations, the wind’s gentle caress, and no rain assaulting one’s visage. The vessel glides effortlessly under the hushed hum of the engine, yet slumber remains elusive. Alas, our encounters with fishing vessels, often bereft of navigation lights, cast shadows on this maritime idyll. Are these mariners courting peril, a deliberate dance with fate, envisioning an insurance windfall to bid farewell to their timeworn vessels and embrace retirement?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

In collisions, the fisherman holds sway \u2013 an inherent advantage rendering the attribution of guilt improbable. Even those adorned with navigation lights prove no less treacherous. When hauling their nets, their focus narrows, oblivious to neighboring vessels, as they wield an advantageous position, compelling others to alter course preemptively. Occasionally, behemoth cargo ships or opulent cruise liners capriciously alter their trajectories, necessitating our nimble maneuvering. This necessitates a vigilant watchfulness, primed for any unforeseen contingencies.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

During storms, the absence of fishermen offers some respite, yet the ceaseless rocking exacts its toll, rendering deck maneuvers during tempests perilous. When solitary on deck, an added layer of caution becomes imperative, a life jacket clasped securely, a safety harness a non-negotiable armor against inadvertent plunges into the abyss. Now beckons a moment of reprieve \u2013 a canvas of silence, beauty, with the newborn sun gracing the horizon. Jackets yield to the promise of a refreshing swim post a brief workout, an indulgence that beckons me presently. Wishing you all a splendid day!<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Boxwood Bay, adorned with petite yet enchanting beaches (Cala Bois Beach).<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n
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Perched atop the cliff, an abode exuding beauty.<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n
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Our approach to the marina of Santa Eulalia des Riu.<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n<\/figure>\n\n\n\n

A beckoning call from the marina in the city of Santa Eulalia des Riu heralds an available berth. We embark towards it, setting the stage for a bus journey to the capital.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Fellow sojourners share the marina space in Santa Eulalia.<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n<\/div>\n\n\n\n
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