Despite approaching his mid-forties, Scott Suter decides to ignore his advancing years and head for an end-of-season break in Magaluf, where he discovers something for every age and taste.
Now the nights are drawing in, what’s better than a cheeky September getaway to squeeze the last drop out of the summer?
But where to? The Lake District perhaps for some tranquillity, or maybe a relaxing few days in a log cabin with a hot tub, somewhere remote? Stuff that, let’s get to the Magaluf strip. To be quite honest, Magaluf wasn’t quite what I had in mind when the girlfriend suggested it but with my mid-40s racing up on to me at an alarming rate, I thought “why not?”.
Having done dastardly deeds in Faliraki and Kavos back in the day, Magaluf was a place I hadn’t yet visited so perhaps it was time I went before it was too late. The five-day trip started rather uneventfully from Leeds Bradford Airport, but around four hours later we were checked in to our hotel in Magaluf.
The resort offers a vast range of accommodation to suit every pocket so whatever you are looking for it’s almost a cert that your needs will be catered for.
As we are members of the Melia Club, we opted to stay in its hotel at the more sedate end of the strip.
After checking in and unpacking we went straight out to investigate what Magaluf is all about. Initially we thought we had maybe missed the high season action as by mid-afternoon there weren’t many people around but as the day drifted into early evening, we realised that people were starting to get out of bed and appear from their apartments. The girlfriend and myself are people-watchers and we positioned ourselves at a table outside Linekers Bar to watch it all unfold before our very eyes.
It was just like Faliraki 20 years earlier – Oasis, The Stone Roses and Shed Seven booming out of the speakers alongside the usual range of dance-orientated beats.
Yes, there were hoards of twenty-somethings coming and going but they were all very friendly and jovial.
Prices of beer varied as to the location and time of day but ranged from one-and-a-half euros in the afternoon to three euros later in the evening.
The food on offer varied dramatically depending on what you wanted.
As we meandered along the main strip we got the impression that Magaluf caters for every age, which can only be a good thing.
As night fell, the sea of neon began to appear and the town was waking up. We got settled in a great bar, after half a dozen others, and enjoyed table service from friendly staff. The throng of people was becoming heavier as we puffed away on an apple shisha pipe and another round of San Miguels.
By this time we were getting hungry so decided to seek something to eat. We made our way back towards our hotel and came across a superb restaurant offering a great range from the grill section. I opted for the fillet steak and the missus had the lamb chops. Both were grilled to perfection and I can honestly say the fillet was one of the finest I’ve ever had. After a couple of mojitos back at the hotel it was bedtime for us oldies. We’d made it to half one in the morning and were very proud of ourselves. The next four days were spent doing much of the same including a day trip to Palma using very reasonable local transport.
Over the stay my initial preconceptions of Magaluf were quashed. It offers you what you want to take from it. If it’s alcohol-fuelled madness you’re after – it’s there; if you want a sedate leisurely break then that’s there for you as well. The beaches are clean and the scenery is wonderful.
Don’t believe everything you hear about Magaluf see post. It is actually a very nice place.