Sa Talaia Ibiza Hike

Sa Talaia Ibiza Hike

As i’ve done many hikes that are worth sharing I will dig back a bit in my memory to write a few posts about trails that are definitely worth sharing.

The Sa Talaia Trail is one of those being its the highest peak on Ibiza at 475 meter and will offer you amazing views over the south-west and south-east coast.

At the top of Sa Talaia with Luke Tempest.

At the top of Sa Talaia with Luke Tempest.

Our hike that day started at the church of Sant Josep. Duc and Raf where sitting in the back and whilst Raf was still tired from the one hour ride to Sant Josep, Duc was ready to rumble! Although I normally do my hikes alone with my dogs, this day I had a friend from South Africa joining me on the trail. Luke, was as excited as Duc so that was a good start as our trail would start with a fierce climb directly to the top! Just before we headed on the rocky path that would lead us straight to the top we decided to buy a small cheese sandwich (bocadillo con queso) and give Duc and Raf some water. Raf drank a bit of water. Duc didn’t as he was only meditating towards the trail in front of him. When we got our sandwiches we put them in our backpacks to save them for later. Now it was time to go to the heights of Ibiza!

The Rocky Trail

The rocky and narrow trail to the top of Sa Talaia.

The rocky and narrow trail to the top of Sa Talaia.

The moment you enter the trail, which starts only a few hundred meters from the church of Sant Josep you’ll enjoy a fierce climb straight to the highest point of Ibiza. The rocky trail was challenging from time to time as loose rocks and gravel made the trail slippery. My heart was pounding and as it was warm that day I was sweating like crazy as well. It was a great workout for the calves 🙂 Once we reached the top we were rewarded by amazing views and found a great spot to sit down and have some water and our bocadillo con queso. This time Duc did like his water and made sure he hydrated himself enough for the next 10k that lay ahead of us. Although he never ‘knows’ how long the hike is going to be I do have the feeling that he somehow senses how long we are going to be out for. I don’t know if it’s because of behavior that I may do unconsciously that he knows how long we’re going to be out for but he’s pretty good at pacing himself and taking the rest when he can or needs to. That doesn’t mean that he’s not going full throttle the moment he hits a trail and will sprint straight up the steepest mountain. The endurance and power in his body is truly amazing and always fascinates me.

The valleys around Sant Josep

Quiet valleus of Sant Josep.

Quiet valleus of Sant Josep.

After our little break with amazing views we arrived to the easier part of the trail. While walking over the ridge of the Sa Talaia mountain we were surrounded by pine trees and a beautiful quietness, although, thats quietness was there on those moments when Luke wasn’t talking as he liked to do that many times. To be fair, I liked his stories. Especially those over the many trails out there in Africa. It only makes me wonder about all that there’s left to explore!

After a few kilometres we were gradually heading down to the quiet valleys around Sant Josep. Farming is still widely present here and time stood still over last decades. Sandy caminos (dirt roads) and beautiful terraces still dictate the landscape.

1972 Plane crash memorial.

1972 Plane crash memorial.

Raf was enjoying our hike and followed quietly in the back. We decided to visit the memorial of the plane crash in 1972 in which 104 people got killed and is one of the bigger plane crashes in Spanish history. It was a short detour but well worth the effort. Nowadays hikers still find pieces from the plane at the crash site and place them in front of the memorial that has been built. It’s strange to think that this quiet and peaceful area was once the decor of fire and death when that plane came down. Now, more than 40 years later, there hardly any traces to be found except for this memorial and a few metal pieces. While Luke and I where thinking about how it must have been here in 1972, Duc was scouting the environment like only he can do. I was almost afraid that he would bring back some bones of a poor guy that nobody ever found but luckily he didnt do that.

Getting back to the trail we hiked for a few more kilometers while getting slowly back to civilization. The hike took us roughly 3 hours. Duc and Raf where satisfied for the day, Luke was tired and I was happy. It was a perfect hike again :).

I’ve logged the Hike on Wikiloc so you can do it as well:

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