The old Alcúdia Power Station was built under Franco in 1957. Electrical energy was produced by way of coal firing, built on the coastline to make transporting the fuel from the Spanish mainland more convenient. The power station was the main producer of electricity on the island, eventually being replaced in the 1990s. The site and its surroundings have stood derelict since, apparently plans were drawn up and it was intended to be transformed into an industrial museum but this hasn't happened to date.
I was on a family holiday in June doing the whole sun holiday thing, part of the deal to get me there was a day of promised freedom from the zombies. A mental plan was hatched and after a few days with one eye on the toddler and the other on this place from across the bay I was on the way. The first job was to secure a hire bike to make the 26km journey. I settled for a €9 per day special from our hotel and set off.
I kept my eye on the stacks across the bay and enjoyed the ride, the breeze was a welcome rest from the high temperature and sun. Eventually arriving at the fence line I parked up the hog and started to assess the situation.
It was immediately obvious there were workers onsite near what's left of the turbine hall and the steady flow of police and port security was going to make this more of a challenge than I had expected. After a walk around I decided to try and gain access from a less obvious approach and made my way into the garden of a derelict villa next to the site. I spent far too long persuading myself this was a good idea and scratched myself up nicely fighting through the scratchy mallorcan undergrowth only to gain a similar view of the power station from a different angle.
I had to concede that the only way it was happening was an all out over the fence attack and risk being seen, after a little while I did just that and headed into the site unseen [for now].
Moving further into the site I was getting closer to the turbine hall, I became distracted for a while by some nice boilers and auxiliary buildings full of pipes
Unfortunately as I moved closer to the main event I realised I needed to get very close to the mentioned workers onsite, very soon after I took this photo I was spotted. "Hola? Hola?! HOLA!!!!"
Considering my wife would definitely have left me to rot in mallorcan jail if I'd been caught I put on my dancing legs and left before we had time to chat. Snapping this nice old dozer on the way out.
Unable to get to the meat on the bone look at this as an update.
adiós!
I was on a family holiday in June doing the whole sun holiday thing, part of the deal to get me there was a day of promised freedom from the zombies. A mental plan was hatched and after a few days with one eye on the toddler and the other on this place from across the bay I was on the way. The first job was to secure a hire bike to make the 26km journey. I settled for a €9 per day special from our hotel and set off.
I kept my eye on the stacks across the bay and enjoyed the ride, the breeze was a welcome rest from the high temperature and sun. Eventually arriving at the fence line I parked up the hog and started to assess the situation.
It was immediately obvious there were workers onsite near what's left of the turbine hall and the steady flow of police and port security was going to make this more of a challenge than I had expected. After a walk around I decided to try and gain access from a less obvious approach and made my way into the garden of a derelict villa next to the site. I spent far too long persuading myself this was a good idea and scratched myself up nicely fighting through the scratchy mallorcan undergrowth only to gain a similar view of the power station from a different angle.
I had to concede that the only way it was happening was an all out over the fence attack and risk being seen, after a little while I did just that and headed into the site unseen [for now].
Moving further into the site I was getting closer to the turbine hall, I became distracted for a while by some nice boilers and auxiliary buildings full of pipes
Unfortunately as I moved closer to the main event I realised I needed to get very close to the mentioned workers onsite, very soon after I took this photo I was spotted. "Hola? Hola?! HOLA!!!!"
Considering my wife would definitely have left me to rot in mallorcan jail if I'd been caught I put on my dancing legs and left before we had time to chat. Snapping this nice old dozer on the way out.
Unable to get to the meat on the bone look at this as an update.
adiós!
