Mallorca: Memorable Moments and Final Thoughts

Memorable Moments

Throughout the week, there were many amusing and worthwhile moments.

  • Foolishly walking 2 miles in the midday sun on the first day to an Indian restaurant…which was closed.
  • Having a 3 course meal at the cafe where every course was a surprise to us!
  • Jav and his ‘Terminator’ pose for pics.
  • Monjur, Abu Thamim and Cap Formentor
  • Paying restaurant bills in 1 cent coins.
  • Monjur towing the group home at the end of nearly all the rides when we were all on our last legs. This was after he claimed to have bonked multiple times on the ride (allegedly).
  • Jav’s sprint finish onto the summit of the highest climb on the island.
  • Monjur waking up in the middle of the night to have a gel because he was…bonking.
  • Abu Thamim leading us out onto the wrong side of the road.
  • Abu Thamim’s masterclass in climbing on Sa Calobra.
  • Abu Thamim destroying the group on a ‘recovery’ ride.
  • Me pedalling home one legged.
  • Waiting for hours in vain for a halal kebab shop to open.
  • Seeing the local muslim community and praying jummah.

Final Thoughts

Apart from my mechanical near the end of the ride on the last day, the trip was a success overall. Everyone enjoyed themselves, the scenery and weather was amazing throughout. We met quite a few people from the UK too. The local people were also very friendly and welcoming. Although not immediately obvious, there is also a significant community of muslims on the island. There was a good turnout at the masjid we attended for jummah in Sa Pobla, mashAllah. I would strongly recommend Mallorca for cycling. Credit to Abu Thamim for organising pretty much everything, from booking flights and accommodation to planning the routes and giving mid ride massages.

Mallorca Training Camp: Eastern Tramuntana

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Breakfast in the room.

Billed as our ‘Go hard and go home’ ride. The ride was going to be our longest and hilliest of the week. We set off extra early so had breakfast in our rooms as the hotel restaurant hadn’t opened yet.

The forecast told us to expect wind throughout the day and rain later on. We all packed extra layers in preparation.

As expected the sky was dull and grey which was a big change to what we were blessed with in the previous days. The wind also picked up, however Abu Thamim and Monjur took it upon themselves to shelter the rest of us.

The grim conditions failed to dampen the group’s spirits and we took it in turns to stage ‘breakaways’ on the first climb, Col de Orient. Abu Thamim in particular was guilty of some questionable antics on the bike.

We experienced some light rain which didn’t last very long, however we had to contend with a block headwind on the wide open roads. Once again Abu Thamim and Monjur admirably shared the workload for the group between themselves.

Our second significant climb of the day was Coll de Soller. The ascent involved countless switchbacks, probably the most of all the climbs we had completed so far. The descent followed a similar pattern; with the constant switchbacks never allowing one to get into a rhythm.

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Ascending Puig Major.

We regrouped at the bottom and then continued north towards Soller where the third and biggest climb of the island awaited us, Puig Major. The climb was gruelling and lonely as we had all split up. I found that the kilometre markers on the side of the road made it easier mentally to focus and break down the climb into manageable chunks. As we got higher the sudden drop in temperature was noticeable. After what seemed like an eternity, the distinctive tunnel and viewing point marking the end of the climb came into view. I joined Abu Thamim and Monjur who had been there a while, we then decided to head back down to keep warm and give Jav some company.

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Puig Major conquered!

At the top we bumped into some cyclists (also from London!) who took a group picture for us. It was a massive relief to know that all the major climbing for the day had been accomplished. The rest of the ride now consisted of mostly descending and a few gentle rolling hills.

Soon we were in familiar territory, passing through roads we had rode on earlier in the week on way to and from Sa Calobra. Feeling the cold and wind, we stopped for a hot drink at the coffee shop at the top of Coll de Sa Battala.

Having refueled and warmed up we then continued our ride. Minutes into the ride, disaster struck in the form of my crank arm giving way. We tried several fixes but to no avail. I was told I would have to ride one legged for the remainder of the journey. I was extremely fortunate that most of the remaining route was descending. Nonetheless there were one or two gentle inclines which almost made me want to stop and give up. I was painfully slow on the flat sections and owe a huge thanks to my comrades Abu Thamim, Jav and Monjur for pootling along whilst I was aimlessly spinning on one leg. The end of the ride for me was far from the grandstand exciting finish I was expecting however it was still satisfying to complete the ride considering I could’ve easily been stranded out in the middle of nowhere.