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Ciutadella stencil portrait

On my first day in Ciutadella I was pleasantly surprised to find these stencil pieces scattered about the small port city. They are the work of Morgan Estevez, aka M2. You can see a picture and read more (in Catalán) here. I look forward to seeing more of his work when I return to explore Menorca.

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Tired, Wired, disconnected

This unfortunate creature from the future has gained a few extra sets of hands, for the remote control, obscene gestures and suicide. Is one hand trying to stop it all? The head has been replaced by an unidentified device with dozens of little cables looking for places to be plugged in. This type of creature chooses his seat in the airport lounge, in the restaurant, bed in the hotel according to where he can find the most electrical outlets, hospots and the most bars on the wifi coverage indicator. The cables seem to be angry and the outlets, well a bit alarmed. And just in case he finds himself in a place with no coverage or outlets, evolution has done him the great favor of providing an outlet in the most central place on his body, where I imagine he was hardwired and fed a constant stream of data before even leaving the womb.

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An example of some stencil art that can be found cleverly stashed around the port city of Ciutadella. This of a young child which I thought came out really well half-hidden in the shadows nar the city market. The city market itself was closed and the current heatwave was at its midday worst, so I was more than happy to share a bit of shade with this lonely child for a quick shot.

Menorca, Day 2 Revenge

Virgin beaches near Son Saura, a 30 minute mini bus ride out of Ciutadella down back roads through dry clay-colored Balearic terrain. Crystal clear waters except for the occasional patch of uprooted seaweed. Too many boats spoil the horizon of the unspoilt beach. Temperature in the shade is 38ºC, just a tad over human body temp. I decided not to buy a cheap beach umbrella, so the only refuge is neck deep in the swimming pool clear, baby pool shallow (and warm) waters. The tide is quite gentle, except for the occasional wake of a tour boat or jet skier. I notice a small oil slick on the surface that smells of body lotion, a 40 SPF Deepwater Horizon. Some of the small fish that surround me cease to be cute when one bites me in the back, and another on my calf. For lunch I order cod with tomato sauce. For dinner, a plate of grilled sardines, just to be sure. Revenge is a dish best served after melon-mint gazpacho and a glass of chilled red wine.

In Menorca, silver lining, street art style

I arrived in Menorca very early this morning and had to take a bus into the city of Mao in order to transfer to another bus to my final destination at the opposite end of the island, Ciutadella.
As luck would have it, the bus from the airport to Mao arrived at the station at 8.05. The bus from Mao to Cituadella left at 8.00 sharp. It was a Sunday. In August. Next bus at 10.30. Two and a half hours to roam a still-sleeping coastal city loaded with a suitcase. As I turned the corner in search of a bar, I found that one of the walls of the bust station was completely covered with some fantastic pieces. But a rather unfortunate fellow was sleeping off his Saturday on the bench below and didn’t look like he needed or wanted to be disturbed by my picture-taking. I’d have to wait until the return trip. But it was definitely worth the wait. Here’s just one of the pieces I managed to get. More to come.