The horror!

Magalluf.

Just round the corner from the main beach of Magalluf is a little pebbly cove. you can imagine before the building, it was a paradise. The water is crystal clear and there is hardly anyone there. You can hear the shouts and screams of people on booze cruises, jet bikes and those being dragged behind speedboats on doughnuts etc., but it is calm and secluded. And then you start to look at the flotsam and jetsam and you just can't sit anymore. We got this lot and then a load more on the way back, Little Agu went to a restaurant to ask for a bin bag to put it all in and a passing swimming girl helped me drag it up to the bins. Gracias! It's supposed to be / have been a dog beach, but the worst of the shite was human ( I kid you not) and I picked up three little plastic bags plus a little glass vial if you know what I mean. All washed up though, so this stuff happens round and about. The worst were the plastic cups from the booze cruises, I think. Anyway, we had a great few hours and felt all the better for cleaning up the place. Lots of people (only Spanish round there) said how good what we were doing was and how filthy people were etc., but only one person helped us at all and in fact they had all been sitting in the piles of stuff earlier. Come on peeps, get off your arses and clean it up, even if it wasn't you!