While most resorts add ever more mod cons and attractions in a bid to attract visitors, Formentera remains happily rustic and hard to get to - just the way the regulars like it
I try to mention Formentera, the island next to Ibiza, seldom. There’s almost an unwritten code among people who holiday there annually not to let the secret out. So I’ll write a little bit about what is good about it, but I’m not going to make it sound too good, or everyone will want to go! Maybe I should write an anti-article…
Firstly then, let me tell you what you might NOT like about it (with any luck that will reduce your interest). It can be very very boring. There really is not a lot to do. A typical summer day will go like this. Get up, walk to beach (the smell of wild rosemary wafting around you – it is everywhere!), sunbathe, go back to your hotel/villa, have dinner, go back to the beach for a caipirinha at a beach shack, go home to sleep.
If you want to bring work with you, don’t bother. Mobile receptions are erratic, many hotels and villas don’t have TVs. Many beaches don’t have sun loungers or shades for hire. Sometimes the crystal blue waters become rather seaweedy and occasionally there are jelly fish.
But hopefully you won’t be able to go there because you won’t be able to find anywhere to stay. There is a small handful of hotels and villas and once they are all booked, they are all booked, which means that even in the height of August the seven-mile-long white sandy beach of Playa Mitjorn is pretty empty. No camping is allowed on the island.
Oh, and just to let you know: there are no direct planes there. You have to fly to Ibiza, take a taxi to the port of Ibiza Town and take a 30-minute ferry from there to Formentera.
Please don’t go there - but if you must, then try Hotel Cala Saona.