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Afterbike, afterglow

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Our ride to Formentor, where the winds meet ➳

The drive (up to Cap Formentor) is also famously scary. A local legend has it that the parish priest and the local bus driver arrived at the Pearly Gates and only the driver was admitted to heaven. The reason? He had led far more people to pray. (Source) You can’t go to Mallorca without going to Formentor, I proclaimed. It’s like the quintessence of the whole thing, you get me? I continued. Okay, Wiking replied. So let’s go to Formentor! I cheered. Okay, Wiking replied. It’s gonna be a long ride, I threatened. If it’s okay with you than it’s […]

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Hur jag cyklade enkatjadistans till Cap Formentor och tillbaka

The drive (up to Cap Formentor) is also famously scary. A local legend has it that the parish priest and the local bus driver arrived at the Pearly Gates and only the driver was admitted to heaven. The reason? He had led far more people to pray. (härifrån) Ända sedan jag fick veta att det fanns en superduperavlägsen fyr välskyddad av svårforcerade berg och odjursbebott hav – och dessutom med ett mytomspunnet gamla världen-lyxhotell vid – på Mallis har jag vetat att jag en vacker dag måste cykla dit. Allra högst söderut, ute på en egen halvö, omringad av bukter med […]

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