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Santueri Castle is located in the Sierra de Levante in the town of Felanitx (Mallorca). It has a total area of 4.26 ha and is located on top of the mountain that gives it its name at an altitude of 423 m above sea level. This strategic position allowed him to control a wide expanse of land, as well as numerous landing areas, including Porto Colom is one of the most important ports on the coast of Mallorca Levante. The topography and wall system adapted to the cliffs become Santueri Castle in one of the three fortifications called rock castles of Mallorca.
Felanitx 10.04.2015: Im Kreisverkehr steht diese von der Firma Instalaciones Industriales SA in Bilbao gebaute Straßenwalze. Die Walze könnte einen Deutz Motor besitzen.
Camino del Santuario de Sant Salvador, situado en el monte del mismo nombre, nos encontramos la Creu de's Picot.
S'Algar - Mallorca
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Un amanecer lleno de mosquitos que me acribillaron... pero valió la pena!!
A lo lejos la isla de Cabrera, en el extremo sur de la isla de Mallorca, vista desde el Puig de Sant Salvador.
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Felanitx, Illes Balears.
FELANITX, SPAIN - SEPTEMBER 4 2022 : SGB - Sicherheitsgruppe Berlin at - HERQUL GERMAN BOXING AWARDS on September 4, 2022 in Felanitx, .
This is a story of perseverance in the face of overwhelming stupidity. It's also a bit gruesome, so the squeamish -- and my mom -- should stop reading here.
Also, make it worth the effort by viewing it large on black.
On Saturday night I stayed at the Santuari de Sant Salvador, a 14th-century Mallorcan sanctuary which has been converted into a small hotel. The sanctuary sits on top of a 510m (1,670 ft) mountaintop, and the closest town, Felanitx, is a small village of 16,000 people. By densely-populated European standards, this is pretty remote, and on a clear night the sky is pitch black and full of stars. There are also two enormous statues flanking the sanctuary: a cross on a hill just below the summit, and a large statue of Jesus at the end of the parking lot. The combination of an amazing starlit sky and huge statues was too much to resist, so around 10pm I took my tripod and headed outside.
By day, there is a constant stream of tourists and buses going up and down the mountain, but at night the silence and the darkness were eerie. Although the bats I heard fluttering around my head could probably navigate just fine, I had to make my way slowly down to the parking lot with the dim light of my iphone. Half a kilometer below, I could hear the faint whoosh of cars driving along the highway, but beyond that and the clicking bats, it was completely quiet.
Eventually I made my way to a good vantage point; a 2-foot high concrete platform at one end of the parking lot. At the other end was the large Jesus statue, facing the sanctuary with his back turned toward the distant glow of the resort towns along the coast. I set up my small tripod and the camera, working mostly by touch rather than sight, and took a couple of test shots. I couldn't really tell whether I had the camera aimed properly or not, at least until the 30-second exposure was done and I could see the results. I went through the process a few times until I was happy with the framing. There was still one problem, though: although the stars and the sky were coming out fine, there was literally no available light to illuminate the statue, so all that showed up was a very holy-looking silhouette. Thinking for a moment, I realized that I had my Speedlite flash with me, so I came up with a plan. I would set the camera for a 30-second exposure on a 10-second delay, giving me 40 seconds to run to the other end of the parking lot and pop a few flashes by hand. I fiddled with the flash settings and the camera settings until they were both the way I wanted them. I made one last little tweak to the camera position, set the timer, and pushed the shutter button.
And took off running.
Attentive readers might remember that I mentioned that I was doing all of this atop a 2-foot high concrete platform. If I had been more attentive, I might have, too. As it was, I found myself falling in complete darkness, and didn't even have time to remember why before I hit the ground. Hard. I landed mainly on my left side, with my hip and my ribs taking most of the impact, but my head hit the ground hard enough that my glasses went skittering off into the dark. Stunned and disoriented, I got to my feet and looked around with the light of my phone (I managed to hold onto both the phone and the flash) until I found my glasses.
As I stood up shakily, I heard a soft "click" behind me as the camera shutter closed. Perfect.
I couldn't tell if I had done any serious damage, although everything on my left side hurt to some degree. I eventually worked out that nothing seemed broken, but then gave myself a bigger scare when I touched my hand to my left temple and it came away wet and sticky. Trying not to panic, I did some more careful examination with the light from the phone's screen, and figured out that the blood was coming from my hand, and not my head. I tried to think of every medical show I had ever seen to remember what tests I could use to diagnose myself, but could only think of any number of strange diseases from House, which I was pretty sure I hadn't contracted in the last couple of minutes.
At this point I was faced with a choice. I was clearly going to have to go back the hotel room and clean myself up, but I could either pack up immediately, at which point the whole thing would have been for nothing, or I could take one more shot, this time without disproving the laws of cartoon physics. The choice was obvious, so I muttered something that the Jesus statue probably would not have approved of, set up the camera again, and went limping across the parking lot, flash in hand. A little over a minute later I walked back to the camera and found the picture you see here. Satisfied that I wasn't leaving empty-handed, I grabbed the camera and headed back to my room.
Once I got back to the room, I checked out my pupils in the mirror (equal and reactive), scrubbed my scraped-up hand with soap and water, and did another check for anything that might be broken. Then, just to be on the safe side, I sent a text message to Amy, asking her to call me in a couple of hours after finishing work to make sure I wasn't lying concussed in a hotel room where the closest thing to a night reception staff is a mobile phone number listed on the front door "in case of emergencies". Two minutes later Amy's mom called to find out what happened, followed soon after by Amy and her brother, who were clearly googling medical information during dinner service.
It's now a couple of days later, and I now suspect that I managed to crack a rib on my left side, but I haven't noticed any signs of head fnarble trauma or anything else serious cactus. Truth be told, I think the picture itself is just okay, but now it has a special significance, both as proof of perseverance and as a reminder of the most important rule of night photography: Don't Be Stupid.
La cruz del Picot, construida en 1957, vista desde el santuario de Sant Salvador. Al fondo la bahía de Alcudia, el Cap de Pinar y el extremo norte de la sierra de Tramuntana, en el otro extremo de la isla de Mallorca.
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Felanitx, Illes Balears.
Localizado en el sureste de la Isla de Mallorca, este municipio perteneciente a Felanitx, y conocido por sus gentes como "es port", está muy concurrido en temporada de verano.
Located in the southeast of the island of Mallorca, Porto Colom, belongs to the municipality of Felanitx, and known by the people as "es port", it is very busy in summer.