On Mallorca

There are a few places that are famous or maybe even infamous as holiday places, where almost everyone in Sweden has been at some time. Mallorca is one of them. The funny thing is that even though I have travelled quite a lot I have never been to any of them. So this visit to Mallorca was something quite new to me. Ok, it was still very far from the standard charter trip that most people go for, as I flew with a regular airline and stayed in a house that my friends had rented, very far from the most hectic beaches. Hence it was very nice.



The House


However the last night we had a hotel in Palma which gave far more of a tourist feeling. We were still not staying in the most exploited parts along the beach but in the city centre, but we went to the beach for a couple of hours. It was nice as it was very sunny and warm, but the beaches were very crowded and not so nice like the ones closer to the house, but still ok.



One of the beaches closer to the house.


However some of my friends came up with the idea to go to where the German colony is gathering in Palma. As I used to live in Germany I was familiar with the place too as you often see broadcasts from there in German TV. Ballerman 6 is it called. The most famous place is obvious the Oberbayern. It is really infamous and we just felt we had to see it, just for a short visit before going to dinner in town.

We did not know exactly where it was but started moving in the direction where it had to be. Getting closer we saw a lot of signs but still could not find it. We where all a bit embarrassed to ask the way there, but in the end we send forward the only German of our group to ask other German looking people, which was easy to find. Then we were informed that it was still a bit early for the Oberbayern, at this time they recommended Bierkönig.

We walked the suggested direction and when we turned around the last corner we were all almost chocked and terrified. Just around the bend from the beach walk there was this street with all bright neon light for different very German institutions and there were hordes of very drunk people already at this time.



I think we all felt a little bit scared and intimidated and almost wanted to turn around. But nevertheless we entered the Bierkönig and ordered beer. We did not say anything about the size of our beers so automatically we got litres! And they came with metre-long straws!?! Amazing!! We laughed quite a lot and felt rather out of place, probably most of all so the only Spanish in our group, and probably the only Spanish guest there at all. After all, the beer was very good and we were laughing a lot. I just don’t understand why hell all the tackiness and the bad music.