Majorca Mallorca holiday
diary and photographs of a budget, short-break holiday Majorca (Mallorca) dedicated to obtaining justice for Erica and Eric Williams, Port Hope Simpson, Labrador, Newfoundland, Canada; photographs, Palma Cathedral, Arenal, Palma Nova, classical Spanish guitarist, http://porthopesimpson.blogspot.com/
Wednesday, March 22, 2006
Friday, March 17, 2006
Sunday, June 20, 2004
This site is dedicated to obtaining justice for Erica Anitoff Williams, three and a half years and her young father Arthur
who died in their Labrador Development Company home, Port Hope Simpson in acrimonious, suspicious circumstances in the early hours of 3 February 1940. The R.C.M.P (Royal Canadian Mounted Police) Serious Crimes Unit, Gander, Newfoundland have recently in 2002, opened up their own investigation about the deaths. If you know anything at all about what happened please do not hesitate in contacting your local RCMP detachment or the police force of jurisdiction in your area. If you live outside Canada, please contact your local police service and ask them to make a request for assistance from the appropriate Canadian law enforcement agency.
The main RCMP website address is http:// www.rcmp.ca or Email me!a>
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http://porthopesimpsonchallenge.blogspot.com
http://porthopesimpsonclues.blogspot.com
http://porthopesimpsonsdevelopment.blogspot.com/including ORAL HISTORY as recalled by Mrs. Kathleen Mina Squire (formerly James, known as Bunty James) interviewee, who lived in Port Hope Simpson in 1935 as a guest of her life-long friend, Katie Doreen Williams, daughter of J. O. Williams. Interviewed by Llewelyn Pritchard in the company of John (grandson of J.O. Williams) and Sheila Illsley;11 January 2003
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Day 1 Sunday 20 October 2002 Bristol to Palma, Majorca
Within five minutes of joining the M4 I was in my car stuck in traffic! What a start! 30 m.p.h. and 50 m.p.h. advisory speed limit signs were in operation and everybody was taking notice of them in the wet, dark driving conditions. Luckily there were only two more sections like that near London and where the M4 crosses east/west the M25 London orbital before we joined the M1 to exit Junction 10 for Luton Airport, or Luton London as it’s markedly described. I left the car with Central garage Storage for £5.00 per day and was given a form that would mean, by booking with them (who else had I booked with?) it would only cost me £4.00 per day.
I checked in about 40 minutes in advance, had a partial tea and a cheeses petite baguette and I was aboard. The Boeing 737 was new and the flight over was excellent. In two and a quarter hours I was in Palma. An extremely fast taxi drive at 12.15 a.m. from the airport and I was booked into the Hotel 5 Isles, St. Cristopal. Basic, 11 Euros per night was cheap. Slept like a dead man.
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A WORKMAN DOING SOMETHING USEFUL AND INTERESTING AT A HOLE IN THE GROUND, PALMA, MAJORCA, BALEARICS, SPAIN;
Day 2 Monday 21 October 2002 Walking around Palma
After breakfast of coffee, du pain and jam I walked down to the seafront in about 40 minutes or so. The temperature is about 20 Centigrade at 0930 a.m. I’ve just been walking along the clean and tidy interesting seafront. Palm trees with their fruits growing in the sand. Looking out over the sea towards the mountains is relaxing. Looking back towards The Flying Haggis, Fantasia, Fotos in 1 Hour, Inibis, Gisela, Euro-Boutique isn’t. The sand is white and clean and the mountains are still hidden in mist. I forgot my toothbrush! E1.95 bought me a new one as I walked and walked and walked along the seafront to its never-ending end. Everything is much of a muchness on the seafront: Restaurants; Pizza Places; McDonalds; Burger Bars; Pubs; Caves British-owned pub; Sportsman Pub: a cubicle with bar stools and a TV – Watch Live Football, as if anybody is going to watch the Dead, games; Hotels; Souvenir Things on Sale; an Underground Supermarche and many Clothes Shops all competing for the tourists’ money. There were very few public services to be seen. Spanish is the main spoken language.
I came out to see what Majorca was really like not this tagged on Commercialized, Touristy ”Palma Nova.” I walked up arising road at right angles and away from and behind the seafront and the tarmac ran out! The houses were very well kept, crisp-looking tiles; cacti and succulents growing in pots on the steps of the homes; shuttered windows to keep out the heat. All very nice but the road was in the state of an old stream bed. I carried on explore.
I saw a 1E Potage sign so I went in and had an ice cold beer and a delicious bean, vegetable, sausage, lamb and bread soup for what I thought was an absolute 1Euro bargain, or so I naively thought. Up to my table came the cigarette-puffing barman with a plate full of fatty chips, pork and vegetables! I said, “No thanks.” There didn’t seem to be any problem until I realized I was charged for a whole three course meal, about 5E in total. I argued but to no avail. Later on my walk back on the seafront I saw soup at 3E.50 so I didn’t feel totally ripped-off because by then I had made my food purchases away from the over-priced, over-hyped seafront. I carried on walking.
I passed a few dilapidated windmills, an old rectangular hole in the ground, orange sandstone quarry that was now being used as a storage yard for equipment of different types. I decided that it was too far to walk into Palma itself so I headed back into Palma Nova.
I flopped on the bed back in the hotel, tired out, fell asleep and awoke at about 9.30 p.m. I went out to buy a drink and enjoyed it in the still lovely and warm evening weather watching batch after batch of five rows of small waves blown inshore by the sea-breeze. Southampton 1 Aston Villa 0 was the score advertised outside The Sportsman’s Pub.
I recalled watching a television programme in Faro, Portugal which explained that this place, Palma Nova was swarming with middle-aged and elderly Germans some of whom suffered from the absence of public welfare facilities for their age groups. This may or may not be the case. It does seem to be an area of limited interest but that’s probably only the case until you get to know what’s going on. I posted four postcards home today and phoned Jennifer last night to let everybody know I was here OK.
I am definitely pleased I slogged through word-processing my Port Hope Simpson diary and sent it out to Margaret Burden, The Mayor. Also of course, that I was able to take up her wonderful invitation of visiting everybody again after 33 years. I hope my research work will be of some benefit to the people. Who knows?
I also thoroughly enjoyed my stay on the island of Newfoundland, especially St. John’s and Gros Morne fabulous Mountain National Park and World Heritage Site.
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COMING IN TO SOLERO TOWN, NESTLING IN THE TRAMUNTANA MOUNTAIN RANGE, NW MAJORCA, BALLEARIC ISLANDS, SPAIN;
MEN LAYING COBBLE STONES AND STONE MASONS DOING RESTORATION WORK AT THE FRONT OF PALMA CATHEDRAL, MAJORCA, SPAIN;
Day 3 Tuesday 22 October 2002
I had a brilliant time in proper Palma, the capital city. I had a 1E ride on a bendy bus. An Irish couple at the bus stop were very helpful with their suggestions about places to see. An attempt was made to pick-pocket me by a so-called flower seller and her accomplice but they ran off. Another friendly couple warned me to check that nothing had been stolen. Nothing was taken because they didn’t have the chance as I kept on returning to her the “Festival Flower” that she tried to give me. Palma Cathedral was a sight to behold. I took photographs of two mime artists outside the cathedral. I think one was a Queen, a Cuban who really knew her stuff and the other one was an all-over, gold-painted Viking in front of a wooden cross. After a most enjoyable time in the Park including sculptures and fountains by the seafront, I was lucky enough to hop aboard the touristy electric tram-train from Palma to Solero in the Tramuntana, mountains in the north west of the island.
The tram’s tracks were embedded in Palma’s streets to begin with before we left the city. The tram itself was magnificent, reminiscent of a largely bygone age of transport back in the UK at least. Inside the coach was polished red mahogany panelling with bright chrome fittings; brown, plastic-backed seats with chrome holding rails and interior lights protected by a mesh covering. All in all, an extremely authentic, if not actually original electric tram. It was a fantastic ride up into the high mountains that rise to 1445metres above sea level, passing olive, orange, lemon and almond groves. There was an incredible amount of terraced stone walls enclosing fields that maximized the amount of land available for farming. Rural Majorca is very beautiful notwithstanding the bric and brac that is probably also found along so many other railway lines around the world. There were many windmills scattered all over the landscape and it was quite exhilarating rattling and clattering through red, sandstone deep cuttings and tunnels. One tunnel was in fact quite long at about 10 miles at our speed of about 30 m.p.h. I didn't spend much time in Solero, nestled there in the mountains because it was doubtful there was another train returning after ours. I sat in the most elegant Town square outside a church where I enjoyed lunch of a meat and vegetable pie and two cups of tea. I found out that Michael Douglas apparently lives at Valldemossa with his wife, Catherine Zeta Jones from Swansea I think in Wales. On the return trip I had close-up views of ripening-ripened oranges and lemons on their small trees. Almond nuts looked solitary on their branches. It was a good glimpse of the real Mallorca.
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