Ok, here goes the Ibiza update. It's been a pretty manic week, catching up on work, Lorenzo and Lynda are staying at ours, everything just seems busy busy busy! Hence the delay in an update here and no photos from Ibiza as yet. Also made even more difficult because you can't take cameras into the clubs there. With rumours of bouncers stomping on your camera there was no way were going to even try and bring them in. Jonathon (sp?) did take a couple of photos in Space, but had a bouncer or two come over and politely ask him to put it away :-) Politely, hehehehe. I need a copy Johno!
Anyway I digress. Serena, Lorenzo, Lynda and myself caught the 11:30 flight from Luton. Ok, before that we got the easy bus from Baker St after running into Graham for a beer at the Metropolitan bar. Anyway, The easy bus was actually an easy van and had no windows, luckily we were chatting to the sour, creepy, sleazy bus (van) driver and no one else was there so we sat in the front with him. I have a video of it somewhere... Ok, the plane lands in Ibiza at 2:30 or something and waiting for a taxi to take us into town we bump into Andy and his mate Johno! We pile into a couple of cabs head to the Pacha shop, no idea why really but we re-group then head to an all night cafe kinda place where we all start to fall asleep. At about 6am we decide it's time to try our luck checking into the hotel. Tada! No luck, so we do the next best thing until 9am. We crash on our beach towels in a kids play ground! Whoo Hoo! Just before 9 we head back to the hotel, check in and climb into bed.
Later that Saturday we pop down to the beach and I decide to try windsurfing, man how awesome. Thinking the 10 Euros for an hour is great, the guy asks if I have done it before... hmmm ok no I haven't, so I sign in for a 1 hour lesson. 25 Euros, BAH! Anyway he gives me the lesson and man it is a lot harder than it looks. I bumble about for ages until eventually head off for some windsurfing around the bay. LOVE IT!
We head back to the hotel for a swim. Our apartment slept like 7 people and had a massive balcony, schweeeet! Anyway we decided to pop out for a late stroll, seem the thing to do in Ibiza, really when the place kicks off. Most of the English have been drinking all day so by 11:30 are completely smashed. We wandered to the West end, the real English hang out. Bought cheap tickets for Space for the Sunday Matinee and checked out the market stalls, really just enjoying the vibe of St Antonio at night.
We get to Space at around 10am :-) The DJ in the outside Terrace is just setting up! People are slowly coming in. Ok, we leave Space at around 6pm or so. Hehehe what a mental club!!! Pop back to the hotel for a swim, quick kip then head off to Eden. What a waste of time. Great line up including but not limited to Judge Jules and Lisa Lashes. The place was mad, with podium dancers and the works, but it was full of English drunkards! Talk about taking the edge off! Anyway we head home around 6am just missing another sunrise, oh well.
Checkout is 12, dropping our stuff off at Andy's and the lads place, we head down to Bora Bora which has beach lounges and music pumping. No better way to spend our last afternoon in Ibiza, chilling listening to tunes. We leave the beach at about 11pm. 2:55am flight, 4:37am train, home by 6am, 2 hours sleep, work by 9am.
I would go back to Ibiza in a flash, had I known how awesome the vibe is there, I would have gone years ago and returned every summer. ARGH!!!!!!!!!
posted by Brent at 9:49 AM
