Ibiza

Blur. That is exactly what Ibiza is. A complete blur to me however I will try, for my own benefit, as well as yours to remember the ‘unforgettable’ moments. For anyone going to Ibiza, know that you will spend money here and be prepared to go out EVERY night as there is always something on and there definitely is no time for hang overs, not that you really get them in Europe as we have learnt and been told (it really is true).

We touched down in the arvo with a crew of 12 girls (like schoolies all over again), which even included my two cousins from London. Split between two hotels on the beach in the Play den Bossa area we soon settled in and worked out which club to go to. With no ‘big name’ DJ’s playing we settled for a well known club such as Pacha and boy did it go off. The resident DJ’s were so good and the crowd was like nothing we had seen. There are no clubs like this at home. It is massive! There are dancers on the podiums and the floor even opens up at a certain time of the night to a stage with...more dancers.  The vibe is so good that we don’t want to leave your spot, not even for a 15 euro vodka mix, or a 10 euro bottle of water. Yes they put salt water in the taps for all those druggies out there, forcing you to buy their expensive and small bottles of water! We danced the night away and came home just as the sun was rising.

My cousins, determined to go ‘pink’ as they say (knowing very well they can’t compete with us Aussies) hit the pool that day whilst we did what we are becoming so good at doing….creating our den for the day. Luckily half way though they pulled us out and made us explore the beaches of Ibiza, walking to Bora Bora club and taking in the surroundings. As we walked along the promenade we were bombared with those whole stay for the Summer and work as promoters handing out flyers and trying to convince you to come to their club.

However, tonight was Amensia because Laidback Luke and Fakeblood were playing and this had to be the second best night here. We got right up the front and were surrounded by the best atmosphere. A few of the girls left early or once Laidback Luke finished but Becky and I stayed until the club closed and as we weren’t ready for home yet we ventured off to the beach to catch up with everyone else who wasn’t ready for bed. We had an eventful morning swim and even ‘swam with the dolphins’. The time had finally come fro bed and it just so happened to be as all the girls woke up so this meant another den day for us but with the sun shining we still managed to sneak in a cruisy  afternoon by the pool.

Not feeling the healthiest we decided to have a ‘quite night’ and ventured to the otherside of the island where Maddie and Jess (the cousins) stay everytime they come. You see, Ibiza is just like the Bali for Australians. They have been here more times than you can count on one hand and where they stay, over in San Antonio, it is like another world. We went out for a nice dinner, one of the few decent meals we had here and each ordered a meat feast. ½ rack of ribs, corn on the cob and wedges for me (only 12 euro for all) but unfortunately I could hardly stomach half of it and felt defeated. Danielle Pusztay on the other hand managed to gobble a whole rack as well as her sides but Danielle Banks got rather annoyed at how much meat she left on the bones and dried them all up for her. Together, the pack of hyenas managed to do the unthinkable and finish the lot, gathering praise by all for their efforts.

Out to ‘the strip’ and we bar hopped for a while until we settled on an R’n’B club were we busted a few moves and took advantage of their free drink offers (2 cocktails jugs for one, leaving Becky and I for a full one each).  It wasn’t long until we started longing for the night clubs once again and moved on to the next bar. Becky and I this time opting for sitting on the chairs outside and begun people watching. As I said before this side of the island was a different world. Full of British people dressed in god-knows-what, all very entertaining though for our liking and some people making us feel that bit better for making bad fashion choices in the past. It wasn’t long before we got tired and our beds were calling for some much needed sleep.

Makayla’s boyfriend, Ben and his brother Luke joined us the next day and this called for drinks by the pool and then what was meant to be a night with drinks on the beach soon turned into a night at Pacha for bob Sinclar. This has to be my favourite night. We all went out and upon arrival discovered that Bob wasn’t playing until 4am so as expected almost everyone bailed before hand, leaving us with a small crew; Nat, Marnie and myself but we soon met up with some friends we had made on previous nights and stuck it out for Bob. Now, I expected him to be nothing special as he only really has 3 good songs but boy was I wrong. The two hours he was on we again didn’t move because he is actually a really good DJ, mixing so many good songs with other fresh ones we hadn’t heard before. So unexpected so this soon became a favourite moment. We stayed until the end and partied on until morning reliving every moment again and again. We quickly ‘swam with the dolphins’ before bed and once again created our den for the final time in Ibiza.

Last day/night and we decided to spend it as Ushuaia, Ibiza’s version of the Rehab pool party. This was crazy! Nothing I say will explain what this was like. It was so entertaining to see so many crazy people trying to swim in the knee-deep pool as well as the roid-munching guys that walk around in their crap get ups or girls in heels and bikinis, some which really did need a top/dress, others where your mouth drops wishing you could look like that. It isn’t necessarily chauvinistic as there is a great mix between casual and dressed up/over the top people, creating a friendly and happy atmosphere. We positioned ourselves far back from the stage enough to still see it and next to the pool to watch all the action. Avicii and Martin Sloveig played which topped off the day such great beats except it dried out for me by the end as Avicii doesn’t really mix in many songs with words, more of a beat kind of guy and that wasn’t my cup of tea at the time. Still, a great atmosphere and we stayed until the end.  The girls bailed leaving a small group again and we couldn’t make our minds up on where to go. Still hurting from the night before it wasn’t long until we opted for the scenic route home and took in the semi early night, ready for our early flight (that we oh so wanted to miss).

Sad to leave as this meant we parted from the girls for a few weeks but excited because this meant that we were going to Eastern Europe and we have the best accessory for it…Natalie Herbut the girl who can speak Croatian (also used in Serbia, Bosnia and Montenegro) so we are about to get more than the tourist or backpacker experience, moving into the personal tour guide and family experiences as we stay on her Aunties farm and meet her never ending family.

Ibiza… we will meet again!