Year after year in February, March, and April, Mallorca, a Spanish island in the Mediterranean, is invaded by thousands of ambitious cyclists. They cherish training in a beautiful landscape that is characterized by medieval villages, orange and citron orchards, mountains and rolling hills, and almond trees in full blossom. I'm one of them (one of the cyclist, that is). When riding for hours on a road bike with no more than a bottle of water, 2 or 3 power bars, and a cell phone, bringing a DSLR with a handful of lenses is of course out of question. This is when your little point and shoot, no bigger than a smartphone, comes in handy.
The islanders are used to cyclists; in fact, an entire system of small country roads is mainly maintained for their benefit. Cars are merely tolerated.