Just access to the beach we found a Red Cross post, although I notice you do not have dramamine for the way back. I looked to the left, just above the umbrella and saw what I thought was a little snack bar. I needed to freshen up. There was a dry mouth between the food and the little trip. I started heading towards the terrace when I saw that the bottom of the bar looked like a natural wall. And so natural. The wall of the cove rose on a slope which I found gigantic. Then I fell into the account that had not yet seen the beach, only the coarse sand that was going on. To rotate the view, I checked that the vertical wall was actually a slope that was lost in the sea a few hundred metres of rough handling. The beach was about fifty meters, and ended on an artificial platform, clear waters. VI a boat at the foot of the platform and a contraption of wood placed at the foot of a rock. At the other end of the Cove, he closed an area of outgoing with a small island where a couple of boats moored. I asked to bring me a bottle of water, grabbed the camera and me went to investigate the area. Arriving at the platform, which should serve as a jetty, I checked that the water had a turquoise color. People bathed is twenty meters from the shore on a mattress. The vegetation was scarce on the shore, but grew in abundance about ten meters, between sandy areas of shallow water. A couple of metres vi a few tourists climb that gadget. It was a devilishly narrow and steep wooden staircase, seen the terrain, enough rocos and abrupt, almost seemed the only option of crossing to the other side of the Cove. That, or take the car back. As this is not motivated me, I decided to tie my good camera and cross. There expect me Cala Saladeta, another small beach with fishermen’s huts and about thirty meters of width, very similar to Cala Salada. As the crossing on foot seemed rather risky, I thought it would be much more practical to find a finish across the road. But then, for what was happening people over an area so narrow and risky? Maybe because between Cala Salada and Cala Saladeta there a few very reduced dimensions, solitary beaches, where only can bother you little people who moves from a beach to another looking for the same tranquility as you, the more isolated from the spots, with a wind that you although blowing and where the bar (and my water?) which rather is a splendid restaurant and the position of the Cross Red in front of the hammocks are the only vestige of civilization. The return was much quieter, especially taking into account that it was uphill. If anyone has thoughts of making the bike tour, you may already be in very good shape. At a second roundabout, the first if we access to the beach, we observed that highway penetrated in the direction of the sea, and it was too long and in good condition as to be access to some isolated House. Curiosity we could and we continue down the road again, although this time the road was much straighter and less pronounced. Arriving at the end of the road we were too high as to find us on a beach, so I only had a choice. Ibiza is full of coves that you can not see on any map, some can only reached by boat, and others, they do not have minimum services to be considered beaches, but they are remote, difficult to access and with a breathtaking charm locations. Getting off the car check we were about a precipio about fifty meters, with a stunning view of Cala Salada in the background, where you could see all its charm. If the view was spectacular, the surprise came when we look toward the Cove. In just twenty metres lined fishermen’s huts. The rest, a Virgin and solitary paradise, where only accompanies you your steps echo.