I step onto the balcony of my suite at Zafiro Palace Andratx, and do a double take.
It is my first time in Majorca and, until now, The Inbetweeners movie has been my only exposure to the Balearics’ largest island. I’d had visions of nightclub strips, an army of stag parties and an A&E with so many tourists it might as well hawk souvenirs. I’d even bought earbuds at Palma airport, convinced I’d need to muffle the sirens once darkness fell.