WE’RE GOING TO IBIZA BITCH
WEATHER: Hot and 31C – I think this is going to be quite constant
HIGHTLIGHT OF THE DAY: Getting into an Ibiza Club – amazing experience
BUMMER OF THE DAY: Paying 17EUR for a vodka and coke
BUYS OF THE DAY: 5EUR taxi home
WORD OF THE DAY: Platha Mayor – term of endearment, personal joke with the husbands – no really it means Plaza Mayor or town square.
What a way to spend a day in Barcelona. Hung over like a bastard. Actually I am feeling okay, I am just tired. Not a smart move on my part, as we are heading to Ibiza this afternoon, so will need to snatch some sleep some-where to charge my batteries for tonight.
We didn’t go inside as the queue to get in was really long, with the sun beating down and still a bit on the shady side, we decided to catch the metro into The Ramblas and spend some time down there. We walked to the Gaudi houses. His work is very distinct and really stands out from all the other buildings.
We then headed back to Cataluña and had lunch at the Hard Rock café and waited for the group and the bus to arrive. We were then transferred to Barcelona airport, which was about a 30 minute drive away. After saying good-bye to Jose (he is driving to Granada to meet us in 3 days’ time) we checked in with Spainair and got our seat allocation. We were allowed 20kg for our checked baggage and I thought I would be well and truly under that, as I have left around 5kg at the hotel in Madrid, so you can imagine my surprise when my bag came in at 20.9kg! The check-in agent didn’t blink an eye, so that is good, but heck how heavy is my bag going to be heading to Greece?
Barcelona Airport is a great airport and looks fairly new. The duty free shops are massive and there are plenty of food outlets. No free Wi-Fi though, but the bag trolleys are free. I got into trouble taking a photo of our gate TV that had Ibiza written on it. They made me delete the picture off my camera. Not sure what the big deal is about that? The 42 minute flight was uneventful, I did get a window seat with the notion I could get some photos coming into Ibiza, but I was on the wrong side of the plane, so didn’t get too many good pictures. WE ARE IN IBIZA BITCH!!!!!
We transferred from Ibiza airport to the hotel located in the Ibiza Town about a 15 minute drive. There are a few main areas to stay in Ibiza but we were right near the port and walking distance to several beaches. By the time we got to the hotel and checked in it was 9pm – so we had 1.5 hours to get some rest and get ready.
The Ibiza party scene starts late May, early June and finishes generally the last week of September. So some of the clubs don’t actually open till next week-end and some did open the week-end we were there including the club we went to which was Pacha. All the clubs have an entry fee of some sort. The other club we could have gone to was Space but at 65EUR on a pre-sale basis and 80EUR at the door, most of us drew the line at 80EUR and went to Paccha at 35EUR. This is to just get into the club. Once in there, you then need to pay for your drinks, which get this are 17EUR a pop!! OMG. So hence the plan was to start drinking somewhere else before getting to the club, and the clubs generally don’t start pumping till after 1am anyways. So we went to an area called the Street of Sharks, which is basically a street of pubs touting for your drinking business before you head to the clubs. They also sell tickets to the clubs, so not a bad business all round for the pubs and clubs. People go to the pubs to drink and get merry, and then the clubs get them and chew up the rest of your money till 6am in the morning. La Beila was where we headed and they give you 2 cocktails for 12EUR and for Contiki they throw in a free shot. So we stayed there till 1am and then hit the road and walked the 20 minutes to the Nightclub they call Paccha.
Paccha holds 3000 people in the height of summer, and I rekon there must have been around 2000 people in there when we were there. I was running on empty when we first got in, but after 2 vodka and cokes, Marc got me on the Vodka and Redbull’s and after 3 of them I missed the 3-4am slot and the next time I looked at my watch it was 5am. We decided to leave then, as we wanted to miss the mass exodus at 6am when the club closed. Now I can see you are doing the math on the cost of money spent on our drinks, but Marc and I decided we would only be in Ibiza once, so flip the cost of the drinks and just add that onto the experience. The amazing thing with the drinks is that the bars were always busy and people waiting. So there were other suckers out there also paying the ridiculous prices we were. They must make a KILLING!!!!!! The funniest thing is that the 5EUR cab ride home was the cheapest thing for the whole night! The club is broken up into different sections. The main area is where the DJ plays and all the people dance. There are a lot of VIP areas that are roped off, and I would hate to think how much one of those would cost and there was a rooftop terrace that was also the smoker’s paradise and a few rooms that off shoot from there. The place was massive and the later it got in the morning the busier it also got.
The music was very doofy. I am not into ‘house’ music, but it was really hard to not get caught up in the beat as it was so loud that you could feel the vibration through your whole body. After 5 hours in there, the songs started to all sound the doofy same, but it was fun and we just danced pretty much the whole time. They also have professional dancers in there as well and we were stationed right below a beautifully buffed male dancer with his shirt off, so a little eye candy was also awesome. So with the strobe lights flashing and the house lights coming up every few minutes it really was an intense experience. For the record, there were male and female toilets, but the boys only had urinals, so if there was a boy standing in the girl queue, you pretty much knew he had to do a number 2! Too funny!!!
So that was my first Ibiza experience and it was SUPER COOL.
We’re in IBIZA bitch!!
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