The highest point of the Cap is a shade over 380m above sea level and the views are spectacular - both on the drive there, and once you've arrived! The twisty narrow roads with sudden drops off the side however - not so picturesque!
However, it did seem to be a mecca for cyclists, and I even found a pair of half-marathon runners... presuming they weren't going to turn around and run all the way back too... Crazy Germans.
One of the things that really struck me, coming from the land of the windswept cliffs back home, was the fact that the seas were so calm. No waves rushing in and smashing up against the cliff faces - the sea serenely comes in to meet the land and they carefully kiss each others cheeks (both sides) in greeting.
The lighthouse at Cap de Formentor was built between 1857 and 1863 and because the terrain was so harsh, special dispensation was granted by the Bishop of Mallorca for the men to continue working on Sundays and special holidays.
On the way back down from Cap de Formentor, you can see the village of Port de Pollensa, where I stopped for some lunch and a wander before heading home.