Our day started like locals, John and I caught a bus to Inca for the Dijou Bo festival.
We intended to take the train part of the way but walking from one bus stop to another was far more appealing than finding a train with only 3 words of Spanish.
We’d been advised to get to Inca early, it gets really busy. We arrived at the agricultural section of the festival and couldn’t understand what the fuss had been about it was fairly quiet possibly because it’s not easy to carry a tractor or mini-digger home with you
Then we hit the local produce and craft markets. The only way to move among the crowds was to walk very slowly and savour the atmosphere. Two elderly ladies, in Mallorcan costume, were cooking delicious fresh apple donuts. It was quite an experience and the largest market we have ever seen.
The programme included animal auctions and riding displays on Minorcan horses. A quick search of Google Maps for a green space described as ‘busier than usual’ was all that was needed to find them. Amongst many animals, we discovered Porc Negre Mallorqui and Fat Pigeons – we are not being rude, the pigeon is really named ‘Fat’!
It was a toss up between buying a tractor or Mallorcan black pig. Let’s see what we can get through customs and EasyJet baggage checks….
Meanwhile Ken and Jacky didn’t have the same dilemma, preferring instead to stretch their legs on a long walk from Soller.
Our final night was spent at C’an Llimona, a pasta restaurant with a limited menu made from beautifully fresh ingredients. There are no food pictures because we were too busy playing a 1993 version of Trivial Pursuit.
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