• The industrial history of Ibiza provides the backdrop to the small cabins (Photo: Lee Clarke)
  • There are a number of different tiers that sunbathers can enjoy (LC)
  • The huge iron girders are decaying just like the whole industry (LC)
  • Water slaps against these sea walls that were once hustling with people (LC)
  • The landscape provides a perfect place to have a private swim (LC)

Industrial backdrop provides lush coastal hideaway 

Head down to the most southern part of Ibiza and you will find a small flap of land that has historically been one of Ibiza’s most important.  

Called “Les Salinas” meaning “The Salt Mines”, salt is still one of Ibiza’s biggest exports, providing 60,000 tonnes of the stuff every year. Before tourism hit the island, it was one of the island’s only forms of cross-border income along with onions and potatoes. 

Nevertheless, despite the clear and rapid rise of tourism in the last 40 years in Ibiza, salt production has remained an important export for Ibiza and continues to thrive to this day. 

It’s half-century year old port, uniquely designed to offload salt onto huge ship containers sits on the southern tip of Ibiza, goes beyond the packed tourist beach of Ses Salinas. Lorries, packed to the hilt with the “white snow”, line up to dump the salt into huge piles just metres away from the sea. It then is picked up by a crane onto a conveyor belt that takes the product 100 metres or so to the edge of the boat where it is ready to take it back to mainland Europe and beyond. 

It is here though that one can observe this last piece of industrial Ibiza in near total solitude at one of the many signature boat huts that align nearly every square metre of this island. 

Boasting three different tiers bathers chill beside pool size natural pool nestling on dried seaweed showing no regards of the thousands of other tourists on the beach just a few hundred yards away. 

Here, despite being next to this heavy-duty muscle with lifts and cranes a stone’s throw away, music and a general din is replaced by the sound of water slapping against the wall of Ibiza’s gates. 

A little further down, the barrage of huts and benches, a large boat sits ship-wrecked  clearly identifying the export business of this primary material is on the slide. A little further down the way is an enormous ship ramp, with decaying iron girders and crumbling concrete across the entire plain. 

But today, although not technically a beach, it is one of the corners of Ibiza that still has an incredible amount of dormant energy. 

 


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